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.

the car.” The girl turned around and

was sweet, cute, and

before pointing at himself and asking, “Are you

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

completely lost, but he got into the car

recognized this car. It was the one Tiger Zander drove

girl Theo’s daughter,

That seemed about right.

just drag a man into her car

to life, and it sped

black dress and carrying a handbag walked out of the mall’s main

was looking in the direction the Porsche had left, perplexed. Inwardly, she muttered

What was happening here?

into that Porsche, and that young girl

it out. Either Philip had a mistress,

results of Joshua’s previous investigations were

Clarke was

video she had filmed on her phone, Yolanda’s lips curved into a mean, cold

‘You’re dead meat, Clarke!

about this, you’ll be in for

‘Take that, you sunuvab*tch!’

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 and transfer me some money, or else they’re

that nightmarish voice. She was frustrated, but she had to reply exasperatedly, “Stop

Smack!