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

sweet, cute, and very much

suspiciously before pointing at himself and asking, “Are you

wore a short black skirt, revealing her long, slender, fair legs with calf-high boots. For

but he got into

main reason was because he recognized this car. It was the one

this girl Theo’s daughter,

That seemed about right.

a man into her car in broad daylight, after

Porsche’s engine roared to life, and

a woman in a long black dress and carrying a handbag walked out of the mall’s main entrance. It was Yolanda

left, perplexed. Inwardly, she muttered to herself, “That

What was happening here?

Porsche, and that young girl

Philip had

Joshua’s previous investigations were right

Philip Clarke was truly

the video she had filmed on her phone,

‘You’re dead meat, Clarke!

Wynn finds out about

‘Take that, you sunuvab*tch!’

then, Yolanda’s phone rang. When she saw the caller ID, she frowned her pretty brow and hesitated 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 at home? Your dad went out gambling again, and he lost several thousands, so they won’t let him leave! Hurry up

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

Smack!