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

right.

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

South River District. They’re here for the

worried look in her

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

An obvious threat!

up the chopsticks from the table, dipped a piece of lamb into the

Wynn was dumbfounded.

husband always

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

and lives on his

was cruel and diabolical. He handled things

fed his wife to the fish in the river

was still alive and well. Even the authorities could not do anything to him because he

the South River

far

slowly, ignoring Mitch who sat across

mouth and drank a glass of red wine.

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

with a sneer. “A deadbeat

another slice of lamb and said with amazement,

sank. This was the first time someone had not

a smile,

sauce, he smiled

only glared at him and hinted to him not to

he annoyed Mitch Potter,