The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 258

“Haha! Not bad, punk. You’re pretty bold for someone who just committed an assault. In fact, you’re the ballsiest one I’ve seen so far.” Manson sniggered and grabbed the cuffs from the table, dangling them in front of Philip. “Do you want to cuff yourself, or do you want me to do it?” The flashy woman next to him interrupted, “I wanna do it!” However, Philip merely said calmly, “You just want money, right? State your price.”

Everyone went silent at that. The flashy woman exchanged a look with Manson and discretely held up two fingers. Manson understood in an instant. With a smile, he said, “Since you offered, let’s do two million, and we’ll consider this water under the bridge. After all, I can’t just let you get away with hitting my sister for nothing.” Philip nodded and actually agreed.

actually have some money behind him. He agreed to two

again, and the latter once more lowered her head, swallowing her words as her body shook. At the same time, her heart was filled with hatred and curses for Philip. She knew it, that piece of trash really was hiding a nest egg. He must

about it, the angrier Martha grew. She gave Philip a vengeful glare, plotting how she was going to squeeze him of every penny after they went home later. The flashy woman was looking at her brother with even more admiration now. She knew it, there was no problem her brother could not solve. That thought gave her the guts to suddenly say,

now, so I demand the right to slap you back!” She was being even more unreasonable now because he gave way. Manson scoffed too. “My sister’s right. We’ll consider this over if you take one slap and give us two million.” However, things went contrary to their expectations once more. Philip said mildly, “How about this? I’ll give you three million, and we pretend this never happened.” As soon as he said that, Manson and the flashy

hurriedly ran into the sales office. He stood at the door and looked around, only to find Philip waving at him from the couch. Theo hastily plastered on a smile and jogged up to Philip, saying respectfully, “I’m here, Mr. Clarke. What can I do