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

right.

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

choice but to sit down too. However, she kept

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

with a worried

invite such a gangster to come

An obvious threat!

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

Wynn was dumbfounded.

my husband

Philip was Mitch Potter, the leader of the fraternity that was one of the top five underground forces

had blood and lives

was cruel and diabolical. He

to the fish in the river just

could not do anything to him because he had the fraternity

the South

far beyond

Mitch who sat

was full. He picked up the napkin to wipe his mouth and drank

one kind of person in the world I hate

spoke with a

another slice of lamb and said with

the first time someone had not

and kicked him under the table before saying with a smile, “Mr.

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

at him and hinted

annoyed Mitch Potter, they were