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.

million? That’s daylight robbery!” Martha blew her top. They

Manson glared at Martha again, and the latter once more lowered her head,

the same time, her heart was filled with hatred and

that piece of trash

have gotten it from that guy back

was definitely more than

you’ve been playing me like

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

looking at her brother with even more admiration now.

alone won’t cut it. You slapped me

more unreasonable now

over if you take one slap

went contrary to their expectations once

said mildly, “How about this? I’ll give you three million, and we

and the flashy

Three million!

broke-*ss punk was really

it over and looked at his sister.

for one million was worth

time, Wynn was growing

three million from? What