The First Heir

The two of them left the hospital and drove for half an hour before they came to a quiet alley. In the city of Riverdale today, such an alley was no longer found.

At the end of this alley, there was an attic of an ancient building. The first and second floors were built with the design of tropical gardens.

The car stopped at the door and Philip looked at the building carefully. He rarely came to such a place and found it quite unusual.

“This small building must be worth at least hundreds of millions, right?” Philip was puzzled. “Why’d you bring me here?”

Wynn straightened her clothes and hair, smiled, and said, “It belongs to my best friend. She’s a stylist and just returned from abroad. Her skills are very good and people usually have to make an appointment with her. I brought you here today to get some styling done.”

Best friend?

He thought her best friends were those few he had already met.

“Me?”

Philip looked at his clothes. Uh, they were really old fashioned.

Wynn was a regular here. She led Philip out of the car, passed through the gate, and entered the yard. Just a few steps in, a goddess wearing a white low-cut V-neck greeted her from inside.

“Wynnie, I didn’t expect you to be here so early!”

at the woman walking over briskly. She had a special seductive charm around her. He looked at Wynn again, and she looked like she was basking

shirt was loose, highlighting her full

also had a pair of slender arms and a sweet smile, making her

She was walking hormones!

one glance. The proportions of this woman’s figure were perfect, and the upper circumference was in sharp contrast with the small waist

she was unperturbed about showing her figure in front of others, looking

was said that men needed to be

no worries

with a smile, grabbed Wynn’s little hand, and said, “Wynnie, why didn’t

“Wynnie, this is?”

and a glint

Clarke, my husband. He’ll be

briefly introduced, saying, “Philip, this is Rachel Clarke, the owner of this studio and my best friend. She’s just returned from abroad. I don’t think

we share the

swept across the face of this beautiful woman named Rachel Clarke. There was a smile in his

her small white hand. The surprised expression in her eyes had subsided, and

her heart. She had heard that Wynn’s

at him now, he was not only useless but also

was acting quite haughty now. Her eyes were full of

quite well and did

the same last name as a noble and elegant beauty like you.”