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

he not bring

all right. I can handle

look at her. He went straight to

down too. However, she kept

they’re from the fraternity in the South River District. They’re here for

worried look in

would invite such

An obvious threat!

and gave Wynn a reassuring look. Then, he unceremoniously picked up the chopsticks from the table, dipped a piece

Wynn was dumbfounded.

husband always

man sitting opposite Philip was Mitch Potter, the leader of the fraternity that was one of the top

and lives on

was cruel and diabolical. He handled things

he even fed his wife to the fish in the river

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

the South

far beyond

slowly, ignoring Mitch who sat across from

his mouth and drank a

of person in the

spoke with a

slice of lamb and said with amazement, “This meat is

first time someone had not

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

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

glared at him and hinted to

annoyed Mitch Potter, they were both