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.

blew her top. They were

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

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

of trash really was hiding a nest

that guy

was definitely more than a million,

Clarke! So you’ve been playing me like

Philip a vengeful glare, plotting how she

now. She knew it, there was no

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

even more unreasonable now because he

sister’s right. We’ll consider this over if you

contrary to their

“How about this? I’ll give you three million,

and the flashy woman

Three million!

broke-*ss punk was really

over and looked

slap for one million

Wynn was

Philip get three million from? What was