The First Heir

Philip’s eyes were cold. He sent a text message on his phone and slipped it back into his pocket. He glanced at the Cadillac behind them, gave it a thought, and followed them into the car.

Intercontinental Hotel, Presidential Suite.

Philip followed the two bodyguards into the private room and saw eight burly men in it. They were all dressed in black suits and had an icy aura like they had been through a lot. It was frightening.

At the head of the round table sat a plump, middle-aged man tucking into a lamb hot pot.

Wynn sat beside him with her arms folded over her chest. Her icy expression looked slightly anxious.

Philip speculated. He saw through them at a glance.

The eight people looked like martial artists, so their fighting skills should be good.

As for the man who was eating hot pot, he might look plump, but there was something evil in his every move.

‘He’s a tough guy!’

However, it was all nothing to Philip.

‘A useless bum?

‘I’m sorry, I’m not one.’

He did not waste a year or two training with Reed.

He might not be as good as Rick, but at least he could defend himself.

Wynn was pleased to see Philip in the private room, but she was also worried. She immediately got up and asked, “You’re here. Just by yourself?”

not

he not bring

all right. I can handle

She kept winking at him, but Philip did not look at her. He went straight to the round table and sat down

too. However,

River District. They’re here for

with a worried look in

would invite such a gangster to come

An obvious threat!

and gave Wynn a reassuring look. Then, he unceremoniously picked up the chopsticks from the table, dipped a piece

Wynn was dumbfounded.

my husband always

Mitch Potter, the leader of the fraternity that was one of

blood and

was cruel and diabolical. He handled

was said that he even fed his wife to the fish in the river just because his wife exchanged a

alive and well. Even the authorities could not do anything to him because he had

the South

far beyond

ate slowly, ignoring Mitch who

mouth and drank a glass of red wine. There was amusement

there’s one kind of person

finally spoke with a

and said

sank. This was the first time someone had not shown him

the table before saying with a smile, “Mr. Potter,

the sauce, he smiled and said, “Honey.

glared at him and hinted to him not

annoyed Mitch Potter, they were both