The First Heir

The person in front of him was none other than Fennel Leigh. This was the second time that Philip met him. This guy always moved without a trace and was all over the world. He had too many secrets. However, Philip would not ask him about those.

Fennel grinned and displayed his white teeth. With a flamboyant smile at the corner of his mouth, he held up the wine glass, motioned to Philip, and said in a lazy, magnetic voice, “Long time no see.”

Philip raised his glass and the two toasted. He said, “It’s been a while.”

Then, Fennel gestured for the two hot girls to leave and poured another glass for Philip. He leaned back, stared at the ceiling, and exhaled before saying, “It’s still better to be back in a metropolis at home.”

Philip took a sip of wine. He cut to the chase and asked, “I want to know everything about the door.”

Fennel sat up straight and took out an object from his pocket-a black card.

at a glance. It was the black card from the Nonagon, but this one was different from the one Sheryl

had a number

Philip picked up the card and

snapped his fingers, and

and handsome. Coupled with his face that could charm

on the side and took out a cigarette from his jacket dashingly while tossing one to Philip. He lit his, exhaled puffs of smoke, and said, “If you want

and said, “What’s the difference between the door controlled by

yours is a little strange. Or rather, very special. It’s not accessible to ordinary people.

quietly and asked, “What

smiled, took out a fiery red object from his pocket, and flicked it with