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

smiled gently. “It’s all right. I can

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

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

from the fraternity in the South River District. They’re

with a worried look in

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

An obvious threat!

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

Wynn was dumbfounded.

husband

fraternity that was

blood and lives on his

cruel and diabolical. He handled things

fed his 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

the

was far beyond

Mitch who

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

that there’s one kind of person

a

lamb and said with amazement,

the first time someone had

table before saying with a smile, “Mr. Potter, my husband Philip is

Dipping the sauce, he smiled and said, “Honey. This meat

and

he annoyed Mitch Potter, they were both