The First Heir

“Why are you here?”

Philip frowned and looked at Chloe. She was still so hot-tempered. She never dilly-dallied whenever she wanted to do something.

“I’m here to teach this little b*tch a lesson. It’s all because of her that you’re being served the family restraining order. If she wasn’t in the picture, you’d be back to…”

Chloe was talking fast without thinking. She just blurted out whatever was in her mind.

Philip was shocked. He immediately slapped her and roared, “Who allowed you to slap my wife?”

Damn!

If he was one second late, she would have exposed his identity.

He did not have a choice. After he slapped her, Chloe clutched her red face as tears welled up in her eyes. She scowled angrily at Philip and Wynn. Then, she said angrily, “You’ll regret this, Philip.”

After she said that, Chloe walked away while her high heels clicked angrily.

Over here, Wynn’s face was dark. The handprint on her left cheek was extremely eye-catching.

“When are you going to cut all ties with her?”

Wynn asked coldly. There were tears in her eyes.

Her husband was too soft-hearted. Why was his ex-fiancée still terrorizing her?

Wynn was frustrated. She turned around and walked away with her high heels clicking against the floor.

Philip was feeling helpless. He looked at Wynn’s slender back and ran after her.

people in the hospital were pointing fingers and

on the passenger seat and gave Philip the cold shoulder the entire

that’s why I didn’t settle the ties between me and Chloe. However, you have to believe that I only love

did not

keep quiet. He drove Wynn back to the villa

villa. Then, she went upstairs and ignored Martha who was watching television while eating popcorn in the living

still swollen. When she saw her daughter coming back with an unhappy expression

a fight with

so scared that

She was terrified.

after Philip had slapped her last

back. Did you have a fight

Martha asked probingly.

at her coldly and said, “It’s none of your

said that, he

that her heart was trembling. However, she could only endure

a scene unreasonably. She yelled, “Anne, get over

was mad. She was beyond

being called, she came out quickly and

I have some clothes I need to wash in my room. Wash them by hand, do you understand? If I see you slacking off when I

bottom swaying left and right. Then,

wanted to rant about

the door, she was stopped by someone after a few

the

“Help! I’m being kidnapped!”

Martha’s screams were futile.

later in

over. There were eight to nine bodyguards in black suits

cafe