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.”

care. I want the car. If you don’t lend it to me, I’ll send the video to Wynn and

angry. She sat haughtily on the hood of the car, clearly indicating

key and throwing it to Lynn. “Okay, I’ll let you drive it for two days, only two days. You’ll have

totally did not pay any heed to Philip’s words. She was simply ecstatic when she received

she yelled excitedly, “Philip, get in the

bitterly before he

of them drove around the city before Lynn sent

disappeared

Mila for a long while, but most of the time, it was Philip

Giada yesterday was already being worn

a wave of sadness as he

belonged

been seven years since he last visited his mother’s

did a horrible

His mother’s final resting place was

of thousands of hectares. It was built in imitation of an ancient

the cemetery was heavily guarded by Giada’s

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

before finally dialing a string of

not much emotion, but it gave

“How are the

Young Master’s instructions,” the voice

destroyed. In a few days, you should attend the banquet held at