The First Heir

Wynn stood up. Wearing a white blazer, heels, a presentable black lace blouse, and white slacks, she walked out of the VP’s office.

“Mindy, I’m going out for a bit. Call me if you need me,” Wynn told her assistant, Mindy Scott.

“Sure thing, Wynn. Oh, do you want to take my car?” Mindy was always so cheerful and full of smiles. She was adorable.

Full of youth and vigor, she was.

“Alright.” Wynn accepted Mindy’s car keys and headed to the carpark alone.

She wanted to go to the bank and check how much money was in the card Philip gave her.

More than anything else, she was simply curious.

On the other end, Philip was just leaving a mall with a princess doll about half his height.

Mila had insisted on it.

As soon as he walked out of the door, though, he had barely taken a few steps before a flashy pink Porsche 911 swerved a beautiful 180 degrees and skidded to a halt right in front of Philip.

“F*ck!”

Philip resisted the urge to swear out loud. He walked around the car and tried to leave. This person was rich, after all. He should not provoke them.

However, the window on the pink Porsche wound down, revealing a young girl with long purple hair. She wore shades and had an eye-catching figure to go with it, looking just like one of those magical girls from TV.

car.” The girl turned around and tilted

cute,

around suspiciously before pointing at himself and

got out of the car impatiently. She wore a short black skirt, revealing her long, slender, fair legs with calf-high boots. For her top, she wore a plain white T-shirt. Presently, she grabbed the doll from Philip’s hands and

completely lost, but he got into the car

recognized this car.

Theo’s

That seemed about right.

this sexual harassment? She did just drag a man into her car in broad daylight, after

Porsche’s engine roared to life, and it

and carrying a handbag walked

left, perplexed. Inwardly, she muttered to herself,

What was happening here?

got into that Porsche, and that young girl

Philip had a mistress, or he

results of Joshua’s previous investigations were right on the

Philip Clarke

her

‘You’re dead meat, Clarke!

about this, you’ll

‘Take that, you sunuvab*tch!’

blasted from the speaker. “Yola! Where are you? Why aren’t you at home? Your dad went out gambling again, and he lost several thousands, so they won’t let him leave! Hurry up

She was frustrated, but she had to reply exasperatedly, “Stop calling me, Mom. Just let them beat

Smack!