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

Manson glared at Martha again, and the

her heart was filled

of trash really

gotten it from that guy back then,

was definitely more

well, Philip Clarke! So you’ve been playing

a vengeful glare, plotting how she was going to squeeze him of every penny after they

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

to suddenly say, “Money alone won’t cut it. You slapped me just now,

unreasonable now because he gave

too. “My sister’s right. We’ll consider this over

contrary to their expectations once

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

soon as he said that, Manson and the flashy

Three million!

punk was

thought it over and looked

for one million

time, Wynn was

Philip get three million from? What