The First Heir

“There should be more of them,” Philip said leisurely as he tasted the tea.

“Yes, there are also some veterans from other countries who had some criticisms, saying that you’re too reckless. A small Logan family is not worthy of such fanfare,” George said forlornly.

This young master had taken things a little too far this time.

To be precise, it was the first time in seven years.

The young master of the past had done more absurd things.

George kind of missed the young master of that time. He was fearless and domineering, but it was also a strategy to hide his true self.

“Let them complain, then. I don’t intend to look at their faces anyway,” Philip said calmly, not concerned in the slightest.

George closed the distance between them and held back for a long time before asking, “Young Master, do you really intend to strike back at Madam Wallis?”

Philip did not give an affirmation but said instead, “It’s not the right timing. I don’t quite get this woman yet, and I don’t have enough chips on hand. If we go head to head now, we’ll both end up losing. She has underestimated me for six years and left me alone for another seven. It won’t be that easy.”

George merely nodded before he took out an envelope and passed it to Philip, saying, “Young Master, the Old Master asked me to give you this. He said, if you ever encounter a difficulty that can’t be solved, you’ll know what to do after reading the letter. The letter must be burned after reading.”

Philip took the dark brown envelope and held it in his hands. It still smelled faintly of sandalwood.

“My father… Is he alright?” After a brief hesitation, Philip asked.

George shook his head and said with a trace of sadness, “Old Master has been waiting for your return. Young Master, why don’t you just go back? The Old Master has been rueful about the matter back then, he…”

“That’s enough, let’s not dwell on this topic. Just tell my father that he has a granddaughter now and a beautiful daughter-in-law as well.”

saying, and then, with his hands in his pockets,

took out his phone and dialed the old master’s

line, a low throaty voice sounded weakly, “Phil… What did he

Master, Young Master… Will

and wiped

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of

Let him play

wants me to tell you, you have

too long but never dared to tell the old

could be heard

have a… Granddaughter? Phil

aware that Philip

was because Giada had replaced everyone around him with

choice but to get his news

special care nurse, a woman with a frosty

luxurious room. She took out her phone and dialed

the chest and a hand holding a wine glass, she took a sip of it while staring

trying to test my

mumbled to herself

…

at the

what caught her

low-key. It

logo of a golden crown,