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 bring

gently. “It’s all right. I can handle

at her. He went straight

down too. However, she kept

they’re from the fraternity in the South River

with a worried look

did not expect that Noah would invite such a gangster to

An obvious threat!

a reassuring look. Then, he unceremoniously picked up the chopsticks from the table, dipped a

Wynn was dumbfounded.

husband always

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

had blood and lives

was cruel and diabolical.

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

not do anything to him because he had the fraternity backing him

the

was far

Mitch who sat across

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

there’s one kind of

a

slice of lamb and said with amazement, “This

sank. This was the first

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

he smiled and

at him and hinted

annoyed Mitch Potter, they