The First Heir

Hearing this, the crowd looked sideways and could not hide the fire in their eyes. It turned out there was such an opportunity tonight. In other words, if they obtained the favor of Sheryl Larson, they would have one foot in the Nonagon.

This was a decisive opportunity!

Many descendants of large families present at the venue initially had little hope at first and were merely trying their luck. However, when they heard about this, all of them rushed enthusiastically to Sheryl, uttering all kinds of flattering words.

Sheryl dealt with them one by one, appearing very gracious.

Philip sat in the corner alone, watching all this indifferently, A sneer of realization appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Good for Sheryl Larson. It seemed she had been setting up a trap for him.

A special guest enforcer?

Interesting.

Philip’s eyes were slightly cold as he stared at Sheryl who was surrounded by the crowd. The other party seemed to have seen him as well. She signaled her subordinates to push the crowd away. She strutted toward Philip with a gentle smile and said, “You’re here, quite on time too.”

Philip chuckled, sipped his drink silently, and replied in a cold tone, “Is this your purpose?”

slightly, held her gown with both hands, and sat

heard about

of people around them looked at this scene in bewilderment. Who was that

he sit

guy looked very ordinary. Compared to all the rich young masters of the large families

Sheryl actually pushed them away just now and made a beeline for this man. She even started chatting

made many people

already made

the guy in front of

Impossible!

He was too ordinary.

the hell are you? How

who are you? Stand up at once! Do you

on that brat’s face? What right does he have to be here? Where’s security?

Philip. Those who stood

Sheryl chose him,

indifferent. A faint chill appeared in the corner of his eyes as he turned his head and

Philip was about to get up and