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.

get into the car.” The girl turned around and

sweet, cute, and very much

looked around suspiciously before pointing at himself and

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

completely lost, but he got into the car

car. It was the one Tiger Zander

Theo’s daughter,

That seemed about right.

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

life, and it

barely left when a woman in a long black dress and carrying a handbag

had left, perplexed. Inwardly,

What was happening here?

that Porsche,

Either Philip had a

results of Joshua’s previous investigations were right

Clarke

the video she had filmed on her phone, Yolanda’s lips curved

‘You’re dead meat, Clarke!

finds out about this, you’ll be

‘Take that, you sunuvab*tch!’

for a long time before she reluctantly accepted the call. A woman’s wails immediately blasted from the speaker. “Yola! Where are you? Why aren’t you

shook when she heard 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

Smack!