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.

Two million? That’s daylight robbery!” Martha blew her top. They were plainly taking advantage of the

b*tch! This has nothing to do with you!” Manson glared at Martha again, and the latter once

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

it, that piece of trash really was hiding a

from that guy back then, that George

definitely more than

So you’ve been playing

glare, plotting how

more admiration now. She knew it,

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

was being even more unreasonable now

consider this over if you

went contrary to their expectations

you three million, and we pretend

Manson and the flashy woman took

Three million!

broke-*ss punk was

looked at his sister. Both

for one million

Wynn was

would Philip get three million from?