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.

hospital. Philip made a reservation in a restaurant and was about to treat Wynn

dinner at home so that they did not have to spend much

on a nice dress and some makeup, Wynn followed

restaurant was full of people since

was one 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

spot has been reserved. It was

the table was occupied

the best table in the restaurant, which is why Philip had deliberately reserved this table. They

that we’re here first? Plus, aren’t all tables the same? We made a reservation too. Why should I give him our

the table was wearing a white suit with a black shirt. He looked refined in his outfit, but he did not have

your table number when you made

table is

good tables had been reserved when he made the reservation, so he

show me

“I don’t have it.”

“Sir…”

“Are you f*cking done?”

the white suit said impatiently, “Get me your manager. Tell him who I am! Do you trust that I’ll make you lose

saying this to the server, but at the same

a

fine, we’ll get

did not want to have their spirits dampened

table, so it’s ours. If we keep exercising forbearance and turning big problems into small problems, we’ll be looked down upon. Nothing can be accomplished without norms or standards. I think we should let them know what the word

lifted his eyebrows and peered at the man in the white

you motherf*cker, who

man in the white suit got up and lifted