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

did he

right. I can

She kept winking at him, but Philip did not look at her. He went straight to the round table and sat down without a

sit down too. However, she kept kicking him under the table to remind

from the fraternity in the South River District. They’re here

a worried look in her

such a gangster

An obvious threat!

look. Then, he unceremoniously picked up the chopsticks from

Wynn was dumbfounded.

my husband

sitting opposite Philip was Mitch Potter, the leader of the fraternity that was one of the

and lives on

diabolical.

even fed his wife to the fish in the river just because his wife exchanged a few words with a

the authorities could not do anything to

was the South

was far

ignoring Mitch who

He picked up the napkin to wipe his mouth and drank a glass of red wine. There was amusement in

know that there’s one kind of person in the world I

a sneer. “A

and

This was the first time someone had

smile, “Mr. Potter, my husband Philip is not

the sauce, he smiled and said, “Honey. This meat is

at him and hinted to him

Potter,