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?”

look was very

Little minx!

pinched his chin, and glanced at Cynthia. After a moment, he said, “I

Huh?

Scoundrel!

red and rolled her eyes

it, so she poured two glasses of red wine and walked

together, shoulder to shoulder. They were no more than ten centimeters

could even smell the fragrance wafting

Cynthia held the wine glass

the glass, he

tempting him to the point

as he said, “Cynthia Larson, what exactly are you doing? We don’t

were dim with

to try and bring Philip over to their side at all costs, including letting Cynthia meet all

beauty entrapment method to

self-discipline was

down the wine glass and said in dissatisfaction, “Aren’t you

was acting unlike the Cynthia he knew

the hell are