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.

daylight robbery!” Martha blew her

This has nothing to do with you!” Manson glared at Martha

her heart was filled with hatred and curses for

that piece of trash really was hiding a

gotten it from that guy back then, that

definitely more than a million,

Philip Clarke! So you’ve been

Philip a vengeful glare, plotting how she was going to

at her brother with even more admiration now. She

thought gave her the guts to suddenly say, “Money alone won’t cut it.

being even more unreasonable now because he

this over if you

things went contrary to their

“How about this? I’ll give you three million, and we pretend this never

and the flashy woman took a

Three million!

broke-*ss punk was

looked at his sister. Both of

one million was

time, Wynn was growing

three million from?