The First Heir

At Celestial Club! Why would Wynn go to such a place? Wasn’t she meeting a client? Philip did not have time to think. He dashed out of the gallery, his heart flaring up like a ball of flame. Please be safe. Please be!

Jasmine did not know what was going on but saw Philip running away in a hurry. Where was this guy hurrying off to?

Upon exiting Civil Gallery, Philip was about to hail a cab when a flashy red Porsche 911 stopped in front of him.

Anna appeared in a black trench coat. “Mr. Clarke, where are you rushing off to?”

Anna looked sideways, about to get out of the car when Philip pulled open the passenger seat and ordered in a hurry. “To Celestial Club!”

more. She quickly started up the Porsche, like a red arrow being shot, the dust flew up into the

a piece of wretched trash. Shit! Could he be having an affair! Great! A frightening chill flashed in his eyes. He will tell Wynn

than five minutes, Anna had brought Philip to the entrance of Celestial Club in her Porsche 911. This drew on a lot of attention from

of good and evil inside—both the legal world and the underground mobs. The owner was

business, and

got out of the

were also two large men whose arms were more massive than their thighs. It was easy to tell that they

you to rush in? Beat it!” Seeing Philip about to dash in, a muscular man stretched

he spoke, he narrowed his eyes arrogantly at Philip, completely full of himself. Of course, this man also judged a book by its cover. If it were a prominent figure instead, he

brat was only staple goods, so very ordinary. He was

strength and let the troublemakers know that Celestial Club was not a place to cause a scene, and this would save them the hassle later. But it was clear that the bouncer did not know