The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

The First Heir – Chapter 1711

Hearing this, the crowd looked sideways and could not hide the fire in their eyes. It turned out there was such an opportunity tonight. In other words, if they obtained the favor of Sheryl Larson, they would have one foot in the Nonagon.

This was a decisive opportunity!

Many descendants of large families present at the venue initially had little hope at first and were merely trying their luck. However, when they heard about this, all of them rushed enthusiastically to Sheryl, uttering all kinds of flattering words.

Sheryl dealt with them one by one, appearing very gracious.

Philip sat in the corner alone, watching all this indifferently, A sneer of realization appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Good for Sheryl Larson. It seemed she had been setting up a trap for him.

A special guest enforcer?

Interesting.

Philip’s eyes were slightly cold as he stared at Sheryl who was surrounded by the crowd. The other party seemed to have seen him as well. She signaled her subordinates to push the crowd away. She strutted toward Philip with a gentle smile and said, “You’re here, quite on time too.”

Philip chuckled, sipped his drink silently, and replied in a cold tone, “Is this your purpose?”

and sat across Philip. She smiled blandly and asked, “Have you

about it,”

at this scene in bewilderment. Who was that guy talking to the daughter

he sit

guy looked very ordinary. Compared to all the rich young masters of the large families present, he looked

away just now and made a beeline for

many

Larson already made

it the guy in

Impossible!

He was too ordinary.

are you? How dare you speak

who are you? Stand up at once! Do you think you’re

does he have to be here? Where’s security? Where’s the waiter? Did he barge in here? Hurry up and kick

while, everyone was very hostile to Philip. Those who stood in between them and their goddess must

him, they would stand no

he turned his head and smiled

Philip was about to get up

Philip was leaving. As long as he was gone,