Chief Heir Officer novel Chapter 260

There were many sales personnel and prospective buyers in the large sales office, all of them gathered to watch the drama. Now, however, all of them were feeling rather lost.

Manson had been quite cocky just a while ago, but he was the Chief Staff Sergeant around these parts. He had a reputation of getting up to such antics, but no one dared to really cross him at all.

Yet here he was, slapping his younger sister without hesitation.

"Why did you hit me, Manny?" The flashy woman was utterly shell-shocked, holding her face with hurt written all over her eyes.

She had lost the two teeth she had just gotten fixed today.

After that, even her own brother slapped her twice.

What on earth was happening?

"B*tch! I told you to get on your knees and apologize to this man and his lady! And their parents too! Are you disobeying me?"

Manson was especially furious. His sister was being so stupid! Could she still not read the situation?

Everyone was once again blind-sided.

Just a second ago, Manson was swearing that he would not let this slide without three million in damages.

So why had he suddenly ended up kowtowing and begging for forgiveness?

They did not understand at all, so all of them turned their gazes toward Philip.

Just who was this unassuming man? What kind of a background did he have?

Martha looked completely shocked, her body soaked with waves of cold sweat. She thought that Philip was done for, but then he summoned Theo over with just a phone call. Now the large man who had been behaving so arrogantly just a while ago was bowing his head and apologizing for everything…

Wynn's gaze had long since lost focus. She more or less understood Theo's capabilities and influence, but she did not think it was this exaggerated. He just asked for their names, and Manson had immediately fallen to his knees, begging.

Her eyes involuntarily went back to Philip. Just who was her husband?

Did he truly come from a family of mere restaurant owners?

Did he really run away from home?

For the first time, Wynn was starting to doubt that excuse.

However, just then, Philip said calmly, "Don't scare them, Theo. I've always been a reasonable guy. They want three million, right? Then we'll give them three million."

With that, he took a card out of his pocket and gave it to Theo, saying, "Withdraw three million for me."

"Yes, sir." Theo respectfully took the card and then personally walked out of the door. He went to a nearby bank and withdrew three million bucks, filling a whole seven or eight bags with the cash.

Smack!

The seven or eight bags landed in front of Manson loudly, spilling their contents everywhere. They were filled with bright red hundred-yuan notes!

All tied and bundled together!

That image threatened to overwhelm everyone's senses!

That was three million bucks?

Martha was the first to grow so excited she nearly fainted. Three million!

Philip actually really withdrew three million!

With that, she glared at his back resentfully, muttering to herself, "Well, well, Philip Clarke! You say you didn't hoard any money, but this just goes to show how much you were actually hiding!"

Now, Martha was even more certain that George Thomas had given Philip far more than one million after he helped him that time. There had to be at least five million!

That cursed scum, how dare he try to keep it from her.

Martha was furious, even more so than when that flashy woman hit her.

"Here's three million, not a penny less. Want to take some?" Philip sat on the couch calmly, looking at Manson who was bowing before him.

Right now, Manson was wishing for the sweet release of death. His entire body was shaking.