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,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You're here. Just by yourself?" Did Phil not see her message? Why did he not bring anyone? Philip
smiled gently. "It's all right. I can handle it alone."
Wynn was speechless. She kept winking at him, but Philip did not look at her. He went straight to the
round table and sat down without a care in the world! Wynn had no choice but to sit down too.
However, she kept kicking him under the table to remind him. "Honey, they're from the fraternity in the
South River District. They're here for the Anderson family's partnership."
Wynn reminded with a worried look in her eyes. She did not expect that Noah would invite such a
gangster to come forward. This was a threat. An obvious threat! Philip nodded and gave Wynn a
reassuring look. Then, he unceremoniously picked up the chopsticks from the table, dipped a piece of
lamb into the boiling hot pot, and ate it! Wynn was dumbfounded. 'Was my husband always so
domineering?' The man sitting opposite Philip was Mitch Potter, the leader of the fraternity that was one
of the top five underground forces in the South River District! He had blood and lives on his hands! He
was cruel and diabolical. He handled things viciously! It was said that he even fed his wife to the fish in
the river just because his wife exchanged a few words with a stranger. That 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 raised his eyebrows. Dipping the sauce, he smiled and
said, "Honey. This meat is good, eat it." Wynn only glared at him and hinted to him not to speak. If he
annoyed Mitch Potter, they were both screwed. Her own life did not matter. Nothing must happen to
Philip!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe was Mila's father and he was going to take care of her. Mitch laughed, got up, and walked behind
Wynn. He put his hand on Wynn's shoulder, leaned close to her face to smell her perfume, and
unabashedly said, "I like you, Chairwoman Johnston. I've heard so much about the golden flower of
pharmaceuticals in Riverdale. You can come to my room tonight if you like.
What do you think?" Wynn was stunned at this and held her anger in check.
Philip was sitting right next to her, so of course, he felt the slight trembling of her body and her icy expression. "I want to punch
him, honey. What do I do?" Philip suddenly said as he put down his chopsticks. He was so conceited! This was also the first time
that Mitch had heard someone talk like that in front of him since he started making a living on the streets. He would often beat
others to death and throw them into the river to feed the fish! Today, someone dared to ignore him in his presence and
threatened to beat him... Wynn's expression sank. She looked over at Philip and suddenly stood up. She said, "Don't kill anyone."
Then, she went straight to the window and had her back to everything in the private room. She did not know why she trusted
Philip so much, but the way he patted the back of her hand under the table just now made her feel safe. Over the years, Philip
had always surprised her at the right moment. At this moment, she believed Philip. Her husband was not as simple as she
thought.