The First Heir

Philip raised his eyebrows and watched the video in Lynn’s hand. He reached out to grab the phone.

“What do you want?” Philip asked.

Lynn was not coy about it. She grabbed Philip’s arm and smiled intimately. “I was tight-lipped about your business last time, so this time, how do I put it… I should receive some hush money from you.”

Philip frowned and looked at Lynn. This girl had plastered her body against his, and her provocative demeanor made him short of breath.

“Just say it, what do you want?” Philip asked.

“Let me drive the car around for a couple of days.” Lynn did not beat around the bush and reached out for the key.

It was a Ferrari, a car she had never driven before. If she drove it to school, it would be flashy as hell!

Hence, she would borrow the Ferrari from Philip today no matter what.

Philip frowned, thought about it for a moment, and shook his head before saying, “No way, the car isn’t mine.”

Lynn immediately became anxious and said, “Not yours? Philip, this joke isn’t funny. Who would ever lend you this car?”

Could it be that Philip did not want to lend her the car, so he made such an excuse on purpose?

“It’s really not mine.”

me, I’ll send the video to Wynn and even tell her about what happened the last

She sat haughtily on the hood of the car, clearly

the key and throwing it to Lynn. “Okay, I’ll let you drive it for two days, only two days. You’ll have to return it to me after that. This car really doesn’t belong to

did not pay any heed to Philip’s words. She

wait to get into the driver’s seat before she yelled excitedly, “Philip, get in the car. I’ll take you for a

bitterly before he

drove around the city before Lynn sent Philip to

the direction Lynn had disappeared

Mila for a long while, but most of the

gold bracelet given by Giada yesterday was already being worn

sadness as he

had belonged to

years since he last visited his

a horrible job as

no choice. His mother’s final

bought a piece of land measuring tens of thousands of hectares. It was

was heavily

came to the convalescent garden. Philip sat on the long bench and did not speak for a long time. In his hand, there was a phone that no one

a long while before finally dialing a string of

much emotion, but it gave people an imposing feeling. He respectfully said, “Young Master,

“How are

Master’s instructions,” the voice

go wrong. The Wallis family must be destroyed. In a few