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.

million? That’s daylight robbery!” Martha blew her

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

same time, her heart was filled with hatred

that piece of trash really was hiding a nest

it from that guy

more than a

well, Philip Clarke! So you’ve been playing

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

now. She knew it, there was no problem her brother

it. You slapped

even more unreasonable now

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

contrary to

you three million, and

the

Three million!

broke-*ss punk was

it over and looked at his sister. Both

one million was worth

Wynn was

million from? What was