The First Heir

“What are you thinking?” Cynthia said while smiling alluringly. She turned and went in while swaying her full figure.

Philip stood awkwardly behind the door before pretending to cough a few times and followed.

Cynthia tilted her head and wiped her wet hair with a towel as she walked. She said, “Come here and have a seat. Why are you so nervous?”

Her voice was sweet and soft with a tinge of coyness in her tone. Philip’s body went taut when he heard it.

Following Cynthia, Philip sat down on the sofa in the living room of the suite.

She walked to the coffee table and asked with a smile, “Tea or coffee? Or do you prefer red wine instead?”

Wow, Cynthia was acting strange tonight!

Philip frowned as he looked at her, wondering what tricks this woman had up her sleeves.

With that thought in his mind, Philip shook his head and said, “Cynthia, why are you doing this in the middle of the night? Let’s just discuss business if there’s anything to discuss. I still have to go home after this. Besides, if my wife finds out about this, I might get into trouble later.”

There was a hint of vexation on her face. “Philip, are you in such a hurry to leave? Don’t you notice something different about me?”

pitiful look was very

Little minx!

at

Huh?

Scoundrel!

and rolled

two glasses of red wine and walked lightly to Philip. Then,

shoulder to shoulder. They were no more

wafting

cheers.” Cynthia held the wine

put down the glass, he saw Cynthia drinking. That sight was very

this woman was tempting him to the

his heart. He laughed as he said, “Cynthia Larson, what exactly are you doing? We don’t need

were dim with a

came here with the sole purpose to entice Philip. She had suddenly received instructions from her grandfather to try and bring Philip

method to see

the opponent’s self-discipline was obviously

said in dissatisfaction, “Aren’t you

unlike the Cynthia he knew before.

are you doing?” Philip