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 not

“It’s all right. I can handle it

kept winking at him, but Philip did not look at her. He went

had no choice but to sit down too. However, she kept kicking him

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

worried look in her

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

An obvious threat!

gave Wynn a reassuring look. Then, he unceremoniously picked up the chopsticks from the table, dipped a piece of lamb into the boiling hot pot,

Wynn was dumbfounded.

my husband

Potter, the leader of the fraternity that was one of the top

and lives on

cruel and diabolical. He handled things

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

could not do anything to him

the South River

was far

ignoring Mitch who sat

his mouth and drank a glass of red wine.

there’s one kind of person in the world

with a sneer. “A deadbeat

another slice of lamb and said with amazement, “This

expression sank. This was the first time someone had not shown him

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

his eyebrows. Dipping the sauce, he smiled and said, “Honey.

him and hinted to him

Potter, they were