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

smiled gently. “It’s all right. I can handle

He went straight to

to sit down too. However,

in the South River District. They’re

reminded with a worried

invite such a gangster to come forward.

An obvious threat!

nodded 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

was Mitch Potter, the leader of the fraternity that was one of the top five underground forces in the South River

blood and lives

cruel and diabolical. He

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

the authorities could not do anything to him because he had the fraternity

the South River

was far

Mitch who

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

there’s one kind of person

with a sneer.

and said with amazement, “This meat

the first time someone had not shown

under the table before saying with a smile, “Mr. Potter, my husband Philip is not a smooth talker. Don’t

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

only glared at him and hinted to him not

he annoyed Mitch Potter, they were both