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

Little minx!

and glanced at Cynthia. After a moment, he

Huh?

Scoundrel!

and rolled her eyes

it, so she poured two glasses of

two sat together, shoulder to shoulder. They were

wafting from

wine glass and handed it

down the glass, he saw

him to the point of no

away quickly, suppressing the heat in his heart. He laughed as he said, “Cynthia Larson, what exactly are you doing? We don’t need to discuss

were dim with a hint

entice Philip. She had suddenly received instructions from her grandfather to try and bring Philip over to

method to see if she could get him

the opponent’s self-discipline

wine glass and said in dissatisfaction, “Aren’t you interested at

her behavior. She was acting unlike the Cynthia he knew before. He could not help but feel

the hell are