The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 487

Philip's eyes were cold. He sent a text message on his phone and slipped it back into his pocket. He glanced at the Cadillac behind them, gave it a thought, and followed them into the car. Intercontinental Hotel, Presidential Suite. Philip followed the two bodyguards into the private room and saw eight burly men in it. They were all dressed in black suits and had an icy aura like they had been through a lot. It was frightening. At the head of the round table sat a plump, middle-aged man tucking into a lamb hot pot. Wynn sat beside him with her arms folded over her chest. Her icy expression looked slightly anxious. Philip speculated. He saw through them at a glance.

The eight people looked like martial artists, so their fighting skills should be good. As for the man who was eating hot pot, he might look plump, but there was something evil in his every move. 'He's a tough guy!' However, it was all nothing to Philip. 'A useless bum? 'I'm sorry, I'm not one.' He did not waste a year or two training with Reed. He might not be as good as Rick, but at least he could defend himself. Wynn was pleased to see Philip in the private room, but she was also worried. She immediately got up and asked,

see her message? Why did he not bring anyone? Philip smiled gently. "It's all right. I can

without a care in the world! Wynn had no choice but to sit down too. However, she kept kicking him under the

stranger was castrated! However, Mitch was still alive and well. Even the authorities could not do anything to him because he had the fraternity backing him up! It was the South River District! It was far beyond Riverdale. Philip ate slowly, ignoring Mitch who sat across from him. He was full. He picked up the napkin to wipe his mouth and drank a glass of red wine. There was amusement in his slightly malicious eyes. "Do you know that there's one kind of person in the world I hate most, Brother?" Mitch finally spoke with a sneer. "A deadbeat spineless coward." Philip took another slice of lamb and said with amazement, "This meat is good." Mitch's expression sank. This was the first time someone had not shown him respect! Wynn was alarmed and kicked him under the table before saying with a smile, "Mr. Potter, my husband Philip is not a smooth talker. Don't mind him." Philip

face to smell her perfume, and unabashedly said, "I like you, Chairwoman Johnston. I've heard so