The First Heir

Philip did not know what to do because he had never experienced this before. He could sense a tinge of jealousy in the air. Were these two beauties fighting over him?

“Alright, stop fighting.”

Philip’s face was filled with awkwardness. He did not know how to end this.

He was feeling remorseful toward Chloe.

“No need, this place is so small. There’s no space for me anymore. I’m leaving.”

Chloe took her bag and left.

“Why aren’t you chasing after her? Go and coax your ex-fiancée.”

Wynn peered at Philip coldly. She was feeling pleased with herself. See, the person Philip cared about the most was still her.

She was throwing a tantrum now. She wanted to see who Philip loved.

“Wynnie, please give me a break. There’s nothing between us.”

Philip felt aggrieved. It would be fine if there was really something going on between him and Chloe, but there was truly nothing between them.

It had been so many years. She could not keep bringing up the past, right?

“Hmph!”

Wynn scoffed coquettishly, but she could not hide the pleased smile on her face.

made a reservation in a restaurant and was about

home so that they did not have to spend

a nice dress and some makeup, Wynn followed

was full of people

of the grandest Western restaurants in Riverdale. On average, one person would need to spend a minimum of 1,000 bucks. The decorations in the restaurant were elegant and extravagant. The atmosphere here was also dainty and

This spot has been reserved. It was reserved by

to their seats, but the table

which is why Philip had deliberately reserved this table. They could see the lake

you blind? Don’t you see that we’re here first? Plus, aren’t all tables the same? We made a reservation too. Why should

a black shirt. He looked refined in his outfit, but he

made the

table is here!

the white suit said arrogantly and domineeringly. All the good tables had been reserved when he made the reservation, so he purposely came earlier to occupy this table. Naturally, he

please show me your reservation

“I don’t have it.”

“Sir…”

“Are you f*cking done?”

said impatiently, “Get me your manager. Tell him who I am!

saying this to the server, but at the same time, he was

a blatant

we’ll get another

not want to have their spirits dampened because

think so. We reserved this table, so it’s ours. If we keep exercising forbearance and turning big problems into small problems, we’ll be looked

and peered at the

you motherf*cker, who

suit got up and lifted his hand to