The First Heir

Wynn stepped on the lawn with her hands behind her back. She looked very fresh and attractive.

When the sun shone on her through the mottled leaves, she looked as if she was covered with a layer of gold. It was a stunning sight to see.

“Wynnie.”

Philip walked over with his hands in his trouser pockets.

Wynn turned around smilingly and asked, “Are you done?”

Philip nodded and reached out to remove a small leaf from Wynn’s hair. The latter asked hesitantly, “By the way, Phil, what does Uncle Tim do? His appearance is so…”

Wynn pointed to the rows of armed men over there, her big eyes filled with suspicions.

Philip considered before saying, “Those belong to my family.”

Wynn’s eyes widened at those words. She stared at Philip incredulously, then pointed at the armed men over there before asking again, “You, what did you say? Those belong to your family?”

How could that be?

What did that mean?

Those men were all armed with ammunition!

They belonged to her husband’s family?!

Bodyguards?

“Yes, they’re the family’s bodyguards. Or rather, they’re Uncle Tim’s subordinates.”

Philip nodded and did not hide anything.

of Tim’s identity could be a foundation before he brought Wynn home. This

he took action under certain circumstances,

really belong to your

mouth. Her eyes were wide while her

to be more

family do to employ the security

was… Simply

you? Are you my

cheek with her hand. She looked very restless, mainly because she was really

her hand, smiled, and said, “Of course it’s me, silly. Let’s

blankly, followed Philip into the car,

she returned to the villa, Wynn was still in a daze. It was difficult to

was

Philip’s family

armed bodyguards!

could

walked into the villa with Wynn only to see seven or eight middle-aged women sitting in the living room of his home. They were

Foster served tea and was serving them an assortment of nuts and

him and instructed, “Why are you standing around in

her chest and head up high, but she

had no choice. She had already bragged in front of the old friends that

Philip, she had belittled him with a

doing this

was worried that Philip would

eating nuts and seeds glanced at Philip who was standing at the door. They laughed tauntingly. “Martha, is this your son-in-law who lives off your family? He’s really

Why are you still standing

piece of trash?! Didn’t you

middle-aged women yelled at

who had an unnatural expression on her face. Wynn, who was standing beside him, pulled his arm and whispered, “Phil, don’t argue with them. I’ll

while, sighed, turned around,