The First Heir

In the lobby, a middle-aged man with gold-framed glasses sat at a table, drinking tea. He wore a gray-black suit and looked quite high-spirited.

Meanwhile, other guests in the lobby knelt on the floor, afraid to look up.

Upon seeing Philip’s return, the owner of the hotel hurriedly stepped forward and said, “Mr. Clarke, you’re finally back. An esteemed guest is looking for you…”

Philip frowned and knew without asking that the middle-aged man was looking for him.

“Young Patriarch Clarke, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I just made some tea. Do have some…” The middle-aged man with glasses gently pushed the cup of tea to the opposite side.

Philip frowned and stepped forward. Without drinking the cup of tea, he asked coldly, “Who are you?”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, turned to look at Philip, and said, “The people here call me Dragon King Well out of respect.”

Dragon King Well?

“Why are you

that you’ve taken one of my subordinates away, so I hope that you

here

“In that case, you

I’m here today just to ask you to let him go. If you do, you may make a reasonable request

and said, “It seems that you came prepared.

King Well’s eyes. He put down the teacup in his hand gently, looked up at

A threat!

find out anything about me

nodded slightly and said, “I

should know that I hate being threatened the

Philip coldly before they drew guns from their waists and aimed them at Philip. On the side, Fennel and

subordinates don’t seem to understand the

Well said, “Put