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.

at Martha again, and

her heart was

knew it, that piece of trash really was hiding

have gotten it from that guy

definitely more than a million,

well, Philip Clarke! So you’ve been playing

grew. She gave Philip a vengeful glare, plotting how she was going to squeeze him of every penny

with even more admiration now. She knew it, there

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

even more unreasonable

We’ll consider this over if you take one slap and give us two

contrary to their expectations once

you three million, and we pretend this never

the flashy woman took

Three million!

punk was really

it over and looked at his sister. Both of them

slap for one million

Wynn was

get three million