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?”

Phil not

he not bring

right. I

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

the South River District. They’re here

worried look in her

such a gangster to come forward. This was a

An obvious threat!

chopsticks from the table, dipped a

Wynn was dumbfounded.

my husband always

Potter, the leader of the fraternity that was one of the top five

had blood and lives on his

was cruel and diabolical. He handled things

in the river

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

was the

was far

Mitch who sat across

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

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

with a

slice of lamb and said with amazement,

was the first time someone

him under the table before saying with a smile, “Mr. Potter, my husband Philip is not a

smiled and said, “Honey. This meat is good,

him and hinted to him not

Mitch Potter, they were both

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