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

to do with you!” Manson glared at Martha

was filled with

knew it, that piece of trash really was hiding a nest

it from that guy back then, that George

was definitely more

well, Philip Clarke! So you’ve been playing me like

Philip a vengeful glare, plotting how she was going

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

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

more unreasonable now because

consider this over if you take one

things went contrary to their expectations once

I’ll give you three million, and we

the flashy woman took a sharp intake of

Three million!

punk was

over and looked at his sister.

for one million was worth

time, Wynn was

get three million