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

did he not

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

Philip did not look at her. He went straight to the round table and sat down

but to sit down too. However, she kept kicking

River District. They’re here for

worried look in her

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

An obvious threat!

from the table, dipped a piece of lamb into

Wynn was dumbfounded.

husband always

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

and

diabolical. He

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

Even the authorities could not do anything

was the South

was far beyond

Mitch who sat across from

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

one kind of person in the

spoke with a sneer. “A deadbeat spineless

slice of lamb and said with amazement,

This was the first time someone

saying with a smile, “Mr. Potter, my husband Philip is not a smooth talker. Don’t mind

smiled and

and hinted to him not to

annoyed Mitch Potter,