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.

her

to do with you!” Manson glared at Martha again, and the latter once more lowered her head, swallowing her

her heart was filled with

it, that piece of trash really was hiding a

that guy back then, that

more than a

you’ve been playing me like

a vengeful glare, plotting how she was

flashy woman was looking at her brother with even more admiration now. She knew it, there was no problem her brother could

“Money alone won’t cut it. You

even more unreasonable

over if you take

went contrary to their

mildly, “How about this? I’ll give you

he said that, Manson and the flashy woman took a

Three million!

broke-*ss punk was really

it over and looked at his sister. Both

slap for one

time, Wynn was growing

would Philip get three million