The First Heir

“Haha! Not bad, punk. You’re pretty bold for someone who just committed an assault. In fact, you’re the ballsiest one I’ve seen so far.”

Manson sniggered and grabbed the cuffs from the table, dangling them in front of Philip. “Do you want to cuff yourself, or do you want me to do it?”

The flashy woman next to him interrupted, “I wanna do it!”

However, Philip merely said calmly, “You just want money, right? State your price.”

Everyone went silent at that.

The flashy woman exchanged a look with Manson and discretely held up two fingers.

Manson understood in an instant. With a smile, he said, “Since you offered, let’s do two million, and we’ll consider this water under the bridge. After all, I can’t just let you get away with hitting my sister for nothing.”

Philip nodded and actually agreed. “Alright. Two million it is.”

That was enough to spread smiles across the three people sitting opposite him.

They did not expect this broke-*ss punk to actually have some money behind him. He agreed to two million just like that.

On the other hand, Martha was not having it.

Two million? That’s daylight robbery!” Martha blew her top. They were plainly taking advantage

nothing to do with you!” Manson glared at Martha again, and the latter once more lowered her

was filled with hatred

that piece of trash really was hiding a

from that guy back then,

was definitely more than

Clarke! So you’ve been

more she thought about it, the angrier Martha grew. She gave Philip a vengeful glare, plotting how she was going to squeeze him of

brother with even more admiration now. She knew it, there was no

guts to suddenly say, “Money alone won’t cut it. You slapped me just now, so I

even more unreasonable now

this over if you take one slap and

went contrary to their expectations

give you three million, and we pretend

he said that, Manson and the flashy

Three million!

punk

looked

one million was worth

time, Wynn was

get three million from?