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

did he

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

Philip did not look at her. He went straight to the round

sit down too. However, she

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

a worried look

did not expect that Noah would invite such a

An obvious threat!

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

Wynn was dumbfounded.

husband always

that was one of the

had blood and lives on his

diabolical. He handled things

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

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

was the South

far beyond

Mitch who

the napkin to wipe his mouth and drank a

kind of person in the world I hate

with a sneer.

of lamb and said with amazement, “This

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

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

eyebrows. Dipping the sauce, he smiled and

at him and hinted to him

Mitch Potter,