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

all right. I can

look at her. He went straight to the

too. However, she kept kicking him under the table

South River District. They’re here for the

worried look

Noah would invite such a gangster to come

An obvious threat!

picked up the chopsticks from the table,

Wynn was dumbfounded.

my husband

that was one of the top five underground forces in the South

and

cruel and diabolical. He handled things

he even fed his wife to the fish in the river just because his wife exchanged a few words with a stranger. That stranger was

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

was the South River

far beyond

slowly, ignoring Mitch

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

of person in the

finally spoke with a sneer. “A deadbeat

of lamb and said with amazement, “This meat

first time someone had not shown him

kicked him under the table before saying with a smile, “Mr. Potter, my

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

glared at him and hinted to

he annoyed Mitch Potter,