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.

her top. They were plainly taking advantage

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

time, her heart was filled with hatred and

piece of trash really was hiding a

have gotten it from that guy back then, that George

more than a

well, Philip Clarke! So you’ve been playing

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

with even more admiration now. She knew it,

cut it. You slapped me just now,

being even more unreasonable now

scoffed too. “My sister’s right. We’ll consider this over if you take one slap and give

to

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

that, Manson and the

Three million!

punk was really

looked at his sister. Both of

slap for one million

time, Wynn was

would Philip get three million from? What was