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 bring

gently. “It’s all right. I can handle

kept winking at him, but Philip did not look at her. He went straight to the round table and sat down without a care in the

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

in the South River District. They’re here for the Anderson family’s

worried look in her

that Noah would invite such a gangster to come forward. This

An obvious threat!

unceremoniously picked up the chopsticks from the table, dipped a piece of lamb into the boiling hot pot,

Wynn was dumbfounded.

husband

the fraternity that was one of the top

blood and lives

was cruel and diabolical. He handled things

wife to the fish in the river just because his wife exchanged a

Even the authorities could not do anything to him because he had the fraternity backing him

was the

was far beyond

slowly, ignoring Mitch who sat

picked up the napkin to wipe his mouth and drank a glass of red wine.

know that there’s one kind of person in the world I hate most,

spoke with a sneer.

lamb and said with amazement,

first time someone had not shown him

smile, “Mr. Potter, my husband Philip

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

and hinted to

Potter, they