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 plainly taking advantage of

do with you!” Manson glared at Martha again, and the latter once

time, her heart was

that piece of trash

must have gotten it from that

more

well, Philip Clarke! So you’ve been

the angrier Martha grew. She gave Philip a vengeful glare, plotting how she was going to squeeze him of every penny

at her brother with even more admiration now. She knew it,

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

being even more unreasonable now

right. We’ll consider this over if you take one

to their expectations

this? I’ll give you three million, and we

said that, Manson and the

Three million!

broke-*ss punk was really

over and looked at his sister. Both of them

for one million was

Wynn was growing

Philip get three million from? What was