The First Heir

Philip fell silent for a while. Then, he looked at Wynn and said, “You really want to know?”

Wynn nodded and said, “Yeah.”

Philip nodded. Then, he said in all seriousness, “Wynnie, I’m actually a nouveau riche.”

Wynn listened to him while nodding. “Yeah, I know. Your family runs restaurants, and you bought the villa.”

Philip frowned and explained. “No, maybe my nouveau riche is different from what you understand. I mean, I, Philip Clarke, am a nouveau riche. I’m loaded.”

“How loaded?”

Wynn ate her dessert and squinted. Her eyes were as beautiful as crescent moons. There was also a gentle smile on her lips.

“Do you know Clarke Group?” Philip asked.

Wynn nodded. She said, “Yeah, didn’t I go to their party last time? Too bad I didn’t get to meet Young Master Clarke.”

Philip smiled and said, “Actually, Young Master Clarke is sitting in front of you.”

“You?”

Wynn was taken aback. She looked at Philip curiously. After a while, she reached out her fair hand and touched Philip’s forehead. Then, she touched her forehead and pouted. She muttered, “You don’t have a fever.”

‘F*ck me!

‘She doesn’t believe me.’

He tried to explain again, “Wynnie, I really am Young Master

up and pulled Philip, “Alright, I trust you, okay? Let’s go.

his head in defeat. She still

Whatever.

accepted that he was

could not guess his real

take his time. She would

day after, Martha was feeling bored

content with her lot. She had also moved out

no choice. Philip was flourishing at the moment and she

who is Philip? How did he endure for so long in our family? If it wasn’t for what happened last time, I wouldn’t have known that he’s so powerful. Also, the woman who hit

sat on the sofa and chatted

she thought about Giada,

was

her, then his family would definitely be

been hiding for

bad thoughts after a

about? If you’re worried, you can just go and apologize

flipping his newspaper

same time, Philip came back. When he got into the villa, Martha got up and started making tea for Philip. She had a flattering smile on her face when she said, “Philip, you’re home. Come, it’s health-preserving tea. It’s good for your

Martha being kind to

leave after I take some

and went

Philip’s back flatteringly at the bottom of the stairs. When he got into the master’s bedroom, the smile on her face turned cold. She widened her eyes and muttered, “Why are you being so arrogant? It’s