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 top. They

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

the same time, her heart was filled with hatred and curses

it, that piece of trash really was hiding a nest

have gotten it from that

definitely more

Clarke! So you’ve been

glare, plotting how she was going to squeeze him

even more admiration now. She knew it, there was no problem her

won’t cut it.

being even more unreasonable now because he

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

things went contrary to their expectations once

I’ll give you three million, and

as he said that, Manson and the flashy woman took a sharp intake

Three million!

punk

looked at his

for one million was worth

time, Wynn

three million from?