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.

already touching the butterfly knife strapped to the side of her waist, staring at

as she dared to touch the young lord,

burly guards and 17 who were full of

little helpless and quickly turned around to speak to everyone, “Sit down, don’t get angry. This small matter is not worth it. If you get angry, are you going to demolish

sat down indignantly but the

woman, “I’m telling you, from now on, be polite to our young master! If you dare

all seated, she felt a little settled. However, hearing Brian

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

middle-aged woman clapped her hands. Immediately, a lot of brawny security guards came

up?” they

accompany them. They’re only here to drink! I think they can’t even afford to drink. They’re obviously a bunch of

Seeing

were experts. Especially Brian Pascal who was braver than a