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.

have quite the skills. Why don’t you teach us?” A few of

scorned men who relied on women the most. “So, what is your decision, Uncle?” asked Kyle. He smirked and was ready to

without saying a word. A mental calculation told him that

sudden, Philip’s pupils contracted as he saw a great number of red-colored scooters speeding over from

so many delivery men?” Without knowing who shouted,

not just ten units. The whole crossroad was filled with the red delivery service fleet! There were almost fifty units! The

scooters!” yelled Jacob. He then turned to Philip

Philip nodded. “Yeah.”

a burst

a bunch of delivery men over would be useful?”

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

was among the biker’s team. When she saw this scene, she could not resist laughing out loud. This cousin brother-in-law of hers was just too much. How could her

fleet, Agnes came out in a black skirt suit. Under the headlights of the

had explicitly told her before that his

leisurely, “I am Philip’s manager. If you have a problem with him, you can

down. This woman was exquisite. She

I’ll talk to you then,” Kyle answered happily. “Three hundred thousand. Once we get the money,

and said coldly, “Sure. But, we choose

report? Kyle frowned

If they made a police report, he would not have it well. The most important thing was Kyle did not bring his driving

Kyle’s expression darkened.

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

for him. He gritted his teeth and said, “Fine. You win in numbers. Let’s go.” He then led his group onto their modified bikes and drove

shot Philip a cold glare, despising him even more. What was he arrogant about? A shitty delivery man like him actually needed a woman to fight for his

into the distance, Agnes finally let out a sigh of relief. She turned to ask respectfully, “Boss, are you

chiming in to ask about

fine, you guys can head

that Philip was alright, Agnes led

his bicycle and went back to the hospital. Wynn had come to the hospital later that night and got into bed with Mila after

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the Chinese painting, that Russell had gifted to him. Russell was a famous collector within the country, so the paintings from him were

he brought, it would still be scorned upon. But he did not mind it. It was just a token