The First Heir

“What did you say?”

Philip’s eyes blazed with cold intent as he stared at the masked man.

The masked man stood with his arms behind his back, his posture upright and steady as a mountain. The pressure he exuded made everyone breathless. He said calmly, “The lord has given an order for you to wait for him outside.”

Philip’s brows quickly furrowed as his face darkened.

He flicked a glance at the old man in the private room sitting nonchalantly in the guest of honor’s seat.

The corner of his mouth curled with a sneer as he said to the masked man, “Oh, what if I refuse?”

With that, the temperature in the room dropped by more than ten degrees instantly!

Everyone stared at Philip and the masked man in shock.

The atmosphere was very tense, like an inflated balloon that might burst at any second!

Jacob was also a little anxious. He knew very well the strength and influence of the other party.

If Philip went head-to-head with them now, no good would come out of it!

“Mr. Simmons, Young Master Clarke is my guest and my friend. If there are any issues, I hope you can forget them on my account.”

a hint

Everyone was astounded!

was not

Jensen to say such words, it was enough to imply that

However…

his hand, and lightly tapped his index

at the four corners of the private room all

eyes were dark and

Philip felt the pressure!

side, including the masked man

were an existence comparable to the Dragon

he gave Philip the impression

existence like Reed Williams who Philip must be wary

“Take him down!”

by Jacob as Mr. Simmons, shouted

reflected a

the

a turn for the worse and he

guards equivalent to Dragon Warriors, Philip did not have

situation was on the

However…