The First Heir

Currently, the Michaels had a large number of funds coming in. They were already at the same level as Wynn. Both of them had 30 percent of the stock rights each!

There were two main shareholders in the company now.

Houston Michaels from the Michael family and Wynn.

The day Philip was discharged, Nina Jacques was the one who picked him up. It was arranged by Wynn.

Since Wynn was busy responding to Houston’s cheap tricks, she could only ask her new secretary Nina to pick Philip up.

“Hello, Nina.”

Philip grinned and said in an easy-going manner. However, when he saw Nina, he frowned. He kept feeling like he had seen this woman somewhere.

Who was she?

Philip could not remember, so he gave up.

Nina was wearing a cream-colored office suit, but she still looked like a typical woman from the sunny south. She looked as if she had just walked out of a painting.

Her long black hair was resting on her shoulders. Her skin was as white as milk and it was glowy. Her features were petite yet delicate even though her face was small. Her eyes were as mesmerizing as a moon reflected in the limpid autumn waters.

She stood next to Philip, and Philip felt as if the air around him had become fresher.

She was so beautiful. A woman in an ink and wash painting was nothing compared to her.

His wife put too much trust in him. She even let this kind of ethereal beauty come to pick him up from the hospital.

Philip thought Nina had driven to the hospital to pick him up. Who knew that she came here by bus.

What was going on?

he make Wynn

the bus, Nina’s

as if he was locked in by a few

no more seats on the bus. Plus, there were a lot of people getting on at this stop, so the

chose to stand near the door and held onto the ring dangling from

was behind her. He spotted a few tattooed young men trying to

snorted. Then, he walked over while holding the rings

instantly. When he saw that Philip was bigger than him, he backed away

not. He stood behind her directly and

assistant, after all. It should be fine if

she furrowed her brows. When she was about to say something, she saw Philip winking at her and smiling. “It’s fine, don’t worry. I’m here, so you

eyes of the men on the bus and

their gaze meant. She had been harassed by perverts when she was

pervert right now

That horrible guy!

and was Madam Johnston’s

a hero

they described him in

him. He was a pervert,

her body forward. She wanted to keep some

so close to a person of the opposite gender. She was feeling uncomfortable. With the bumpy ride, she kept

tightly. She wanted to get rid of the weird

her breathing was getting more rapid. Even her face was heating

who did

That was the male…

to the floor

feeling helpless. He felt

inside of the bus was too crowded. He was not doing it on

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