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

“It’s all right. I can

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

to sit down too. However, she kept kicking him under

River District.

a worried look in

not expect that Noah would invite such a gangster to come forward. This

An obvious threat!

from the table, dipped a piece of lamb into the boiling

Wynn was dumbfounded.

husband always so

Philip was Mitch Potter, the leader of the fraternity that was one of the

blood and

was cruel and diabolical.

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

still alive and well. Even the authorities could not do anything to

the

was far beyond

ignoring Mitch who sat across from

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

kind of person in the world I hate

finally spoke with a

slice of lamb and

sank. This was the first time someone

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

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

only glared at him and hinted to

Mitch Potter, they were