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.

Martha blew her top. They were plainly

nothing to do with you!” Manson glared at Martha again, and the

same time, her heart was filled with

piece of trash really was hiding

gotten it from that guy back

more than a million,

been playing me like a fool,

angrier Martha grew. She gave Philip a vengeful glare, plotting

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

“Money alone won’t cut it. You slapped me

was being even more unreasonable now because

We’ll consider this over if you take one

contrary to their

you three million, and we pretend

Manson and the

Three million!

broke-*ss punk was really

and looked at his

one million was worth

Wynn was growing

three million from?