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!

speechless. He decided to forgo his composure, pinched his chin, and glanced at Cynthia. After a moment, he said, “I did notice. Your

Huh?

Scoundrel!

and rolled her eyes at

poured two

shoulder. They were no

wafting from Cynthia. This was a huge

the wine glass and handed

the glass, he saw Cynthia drinking. That

him to

quickly, suppressing the heat in his heart. He laughed as he said,

dim with a

Philip. She had suddenly received instructions from her grandfather to try and bring Philip over to their side at all

Cynthia tried the beauty entrapment method to see if she could get

opponent’s self-discipline was

down the wine glass and said in

the Cynthia

hell are you doing?” Philip