The First Heir

Chapter 487

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

he

right. I

at him, but Philip did not look at her. He went straight to the round table and

too. However, she kept

River District.

a worried look in

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

An obvious threat!

from the

Wynn was dumbfounded.

my husband always so

sitting opposite Philip was Mitch Potter, the leader of the fraternity that was one of the top five underground forces in the South River

blood and

cruel and diabolical. He

in the river just because his wife exchanged a few words with

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

was the

was far

Mitch

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

kind of person in the world

finally spoke with a sneer. “A deadbeat spineless

and said with amazement, “This

was the first time someone had

smile, “Mr. Potter, my husband Philip is not a

eyebrows. Dipping the sauce, he smiled and said,

only glared at him and hinted to him not

Potter, they were

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