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

with you!” Manson glared at Martha again, and the latter once more lowered her head, swallowing her words as her

her heart was filled with hatred and

of trash really was hiding

that guy

was definitely more

Philip Clarke! So you’ve been playing me

a vengeful glare, plotting how she was going

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

alone won’t cut it. You slapped me just now, so I demand the right to slap you

more unreasonable

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

things went contrary to their expectations once

give you three million,

as he said that, Manson and the flashy woman took

Three million!

punk was

thought it over and looked

one million was worth

Wynn

three million