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.

the side of her waist, staring at the middle-aged woman

long as she dared to touch the young lord, they would immediately raze this

and 17 who were full

small matter is not worth it. If you get angry, are you going to demolish this bar? We’re here to have

that, they sat down indignantly but

telling you, from now on, be polite to our young

a little

such a person a young master? I’m telling you, don’t think I’

a lot of brawny

what’s up?” they

ordering any girls to accompany them. They’re only here to drink! I think they can’t even afford to drink. They’re obviously a bunch of poor fellows pretending

said eagerly. Seeing this, the Shadow Guards in the room

them were experts. Especially Brian Pascal