The First Heir

The middle-aged woman was the bar’s small boss, and the sultry girls standing behind her were all gold diggers. Their usual work was to accompany the guests to drink. If the guests spent money, they could then go out to have fun.

If a large private room only ordered drinks without girls, it was the same as a dog in a manger. Thus, the young girls could not hold back their mouths either.

“Tsk, how dare they come here to have fun if they don’t have the money? Rubbish.”

“Do you know what kind of place this is?”

“This is not a country pub, hillbilly!”

Philip was not the only person in the room. Brian and the other 12 Shadow Guards were there too. These people were extremely loyal.

For this middle-aged woman to curse Philip in front of them, she was simply looking for death.

All 12 of them stood up with a whoosh, each glaring angrily at the middle-aged woman.

strapped to the side of her waist, staring at the middle-aged woman with a pair of

lord,

who were full of

around to speak to everyone, “Sit down, don’t get angry. This small matter is not worth it. If you get angry, are

they sat down indignantly

on, be polite to our young master! If you dare to talk nonsense, I’ll immediately lead

middle-aged woman saw that they were all seated, she felt a little settled. However, hearing Brian talk like this, she could not help but

a big room for nothing! Young master? How dare you call such a person a young master? I’m telling you, don’t think I’ in afraid just because there are so

a lot

up?”

“This bunch of people booked such a big room but aren’t ordering any girls to accompany them. They’re only here to

them out!” they said eagerly. Seeing this,

of them were experts. Especially Brian Pascal who was braver