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?”

Phil not see her

he not bring

“It’s all right. I can handle

He went straight to the round table and sat down

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

South River District. They’re here for the

worried

such

An obvious threat!

he unceremoniously picked up the chopsticks from the table, dipped a piece of lamb into the boiling

Wynn was dumbfounded.

husband

opposite Philip was Mitch Potter, the leader of the fraternity that was one of the top five underground forces in

had blood and

cruel and diabolical. He handled

the fish in the river just because his wife exchanged a few words with a stranger. That

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

was the

was far beyond

ignoring Mitch

drank a glass of red wine.

you know that there’s one kind of person

finally spoke with a sneer.

lamb and said with amazement, “This

expression sank. This was the first time

saying with a smile, “Mr. Potter, my husband Philip is not a smooth talker.

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

at him and hinted to him

Mitch Potter, they were both