The First Heir

Philip glanced over calmly and expressionlessly.

Kyle was looking at Philip, clearly displeased. This guy seemed so normal, how could he be so calm? Interesting!

“Bro, can you pay the three hundred thousand?” Kyle was not a gangster who would just start getting physical for no apparent reason. Three hundred thousand was a humongous sum for a normal person. Kyle felt that a man like Philip could never afford this amount, but he still had to ask. Diplomacy before violence.

“I’m sorry, but he ran a red light and should take full responsibility. What’s more, we didn’t really hit each other,” said Philip calmly.

Jacob pointed at Philip and roared furiously, “Does that mean you won’t pay up?”

Philip stared quietly at him, not answering.

Kyle frowned slightly, shifting his gaze to the wrecked Harley on the ground and said, “Bro, three thousand won’t cost much. Just a leg.”

This was a threat. Philip’s gaze went cold as a glint appeared in his eyes.

As the heir to an elite family, did that three hundred thousand matter to him? It did not. But, he could not let himself be taken advantage of.

“What if I told you I don’t have any money?” Philip replied.

The group of bikers was snickering as they stared at Philip like he was an idiot.

Kyle rubbed his nose before draping an arm over Philip’s shoulder, flashing him an insolent smile. “Uncle, do you know who I am? I’m Kyle Lyon of Lord North Street. Everyone shows me respect by calling me ‘Brother Kyle’. It would be unreasonable if you didn’t compensate for a single thing today.”

Kyle was amused. It was his first time meeting such a foolish guy. Was his head made of iron? Or did he think he was a honey badger? Hilarious!

“Brother Kyle, just one look at his outfit, and you can tell that he’s broke.”

“This idiot might not even know what a Harley is, hahaha!”

“Uncle, quickly call someone to bring you some money. Our Brother Kyle doesn’t hold back in a beating.” The group of bikers jeered continuously. The girls crossed their arms with an indignant expression while the guys leaned against their bikes, smoking.

Lynn was among the group, watching coldly. She leaned against one of the girls who was wearing tight leather pants and a cropped camisole.

“He’s my cousin brother-in-law, a wretched piece of trash living under my cousin sister’s expenses.” Lynn suddenly interrupted, saying this like it made her seem more superior.

the skills. Why don’t you teach

who relied on women the most. “So, what is your decision, Uncle?” asked

a word. A mental calculation

pupils contracted as he saw a great number of

men?” Without

scooters, red helmets, and red vests filled their eyes. It was not just ten units. The whole crossroad was filled with the red

He then turned to Philip and asked, “Did you call for

Philip nodded. “Yeah.”

There was a burst of

of delivery men over would be useful?” Jacob laughed out loud as

idiot? To actually have the guts to do such an embarrassing thing. Was this a popular method nowadays? To call for delivery

loud. This cousin brother-in-law of hers was just too much. How could her cousin have fallen for such a man?

then, from among the delivery fleet, Agnes came out in a black skirt suit. Under the

explicitly told her before that his identity was not

his group, saying leisurely, “I am Philip’s manager. If you

was exquisite. She was better than the young

then,” Kyle answered happily. “Three

the ground and said coldly, “Sure. But, we choose to

report? Kyle frowned

were the most troublesome existence for a biker gang. Moreover, what happened tonight was mostly Jacob’s fault. If they made a police report, he would not have it well.

way. It’s too insincere.” Kyle’s expression darkened. The people behind him started cracking their

a step forward, the delivery men in red vests around them rolled up their sleeves furiously, ready to dole out a beating. How could they still negotiate? It was ten people versus over forty greasy grown men. There was nothing left

favorable for him. He gritted his teeth and said, “Fine. You win in numbers. Let’s go.” He then

What was he arrogant about? A shitty delivery man like him actually needed a woman to fight for his honor. Serves him right to

out a sigh of relief. She turned to ask respectfully, “Boss, are you

of brothers started chiming in

you guys can head back now,” said

sure that Philip was alright, Agnes led the

Wynn had come to the hospital later that night and got into bed with

***

trip over. As for his birthday present, Philip had brought along the Chinese painting, that Russell had gifted to him. Russell was a famous collector within the country, so the

it would still be scorned upon. But he did not mind