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?”

her head slightly, held her gown with both hands, and sat across

heard about

to each other, a group of people around them looked at this scene in bewilderment. Who was that guy talking to the

he sit

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

a beeline

made many

Larson already made

it the guy

Impossible!

He was too ordinary.

are you?

are you? Stand up at once! Do you think

have to be here? Where’s security? Where’s the waiter? Did he barge

to Philip. Those who

him, they would stand no

of his eyes as he turned his head and smiled at Sheryl. “You seem very popular. Should

saying that, Philip was about to get up and