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

loose, highlighting

of slender arms and a sweet smile, making her look

She was walking hormones!

proportions of this woman’s figure were perfect, and the upper circumference was in sharp contrast with the small waist that could

she was unperturbed about showing her figure in front of

men needed to be ambitious,

she would have no worries for

seemed very mature. She ran over with a smile, grabbed Wynn’s little hand, and said, “Wynnie, why didn’t you tell

“Wynnie, this is?”

noticed Philip and a glint flashed through her

He’ll be attending the party with

this is Rachel Clarke, the owner of this studio and my best friend. She’s just returned from abroad.

like we share the same last

face of this beautiful woman named Rachel Clarke. There was a

I’m Rachel Clarke.” The beautiful woman politely stretched out her small white hand. The surprised expression in her eyes had subsided, and she said with a smile, “It’s such

felt contempt in her heart. She had heard that Wynn’s husband was a

him now, he was not only useless

quite haughty now. Her eyes were full of

that, Rachel handled it quite well and did

same last name as