The First Heir

The woman leaned close to Philip’s ear and said seductively, “It’s okay if you want to bring us to a hotel.”

This was a blatant temptation. In general, the three women looked good with shapely figures. They could be considered goddesses. Other ordinary youngsters might fall for them. However, Philip was different. He was an old hand at this.

He took a sip of the beer in his hand and said with a light smile, “It’s okay. Our health is more important when we’re out.”

This remark annoyed that woman.

She stood up with a scowl, slapped the glass from Philip’s hand, and scolded, “What do you mean by that? Are you saying that I’m dirty? Do you know who I am? How dare you come to Jumbo Bar if you don’t have money? You’re even looking down on me! You‘re looking for death!”

Philip frowned, looked at the woman in exasperation, and said, “Miss, you’re the one who came here to promote drinks. You don’t have to do this even if I refuse.”

“Hmph!” The woman snorted coldly and put her arms across her chest.

They stared at Philip and the others coldly, saying mockingly, “Cindy, I think they’re just four

too. Only losers drink

let’s forget

called me dirty. I can’t

the other two turned to Philip and said, “Did you hear that? Hurry up and

poke a sore spot, so

just wait

around and left

looked at each other helplessly. Just as they continued drinking, a

dumb*sses