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

gently. “It’s all right. I can handle

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

too. However, she

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

worried look in her

such a gangster to come forward.

An obvious threat!

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

Wynn was dumbfounded.

husband always so

fraternity that was one of the top five

and

cruel and diabolical.

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

could not do anything

was the South

far beyond

ignoring Mitch who sat

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

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

with a sneer. “A

another slice of lamb and said with amazement,

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

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

raised his eyebrows. Dipping the sauce, he smiled and said, “Honey. This meat

and hinted

Potter, they were both