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.

girl turned around and tilted

was sweet, cute, and

pointing at himself and

her long, slender, fair legs with calf-high boots. For her top, she wore a plain white

completely lost, but he got

he recognized this car. It was the one Tiger Zander drove last

girl Theo’s daughter,

That seemed about right.

just drag a man into her car in

pink Porsche’s engine roared to life, and it sped away

and carrying

looking in the direction the Porsche had left, perplexed. Inwardly, she muttered to herself, “That was Philip

What was happening here?

actually got into that Porsche, and that young girl

figured it out. Either Philip had a

investigations

Philip Clarke was

on her

‘You’re dead meat, Clarke!

your wife Wynn finds out about this, you’ll be in

‘Take that, you sunuvab*tch!’

reluctantly accepted the call. A woman’s wails immediately 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

that nightmarish voice. She was frustrated, but she had to reply exasperatedly, “Stop calling me, Mom. Just let them beat that useless gambling addict to death. He’s not

Smack!