The First Heir

Philip shrugged and reminded, saying, “Juan Parker, I advise you to keep a low profile.”

“Why do you care? Philip, I used to treat you as my friend, but from now on, I’m coming at you.”

Juan was furious. Philip was already bankrupt, so how could he still act like this?

What right did he have?

A well-known wastrel was actually the young master of Clarke Group.

Back then, when Juan first found out about it, he was also shocked.

However, it was different now. He had no fear!

Philip Clarke would forever be rubbish!

Moreover, with so many people here today, he refused to believe that Philip would dare to do anything to him.

Philip frowned and said coldly, “Juan, where did you get the courage to talk to me in such a manner? From the person behind you? Was the last beating not enough for you?”

Upon hearing this, Juan subconsciously stepped back and yelled a few words along the lines of, “Just you wait, I’ll deal with you later!” Then, he entered the hotel lobby with his female companion.

Looking at Juan who had run with his tail tucked between his legs, Philip shook his head helplessly and sighed. He did not rush to go in but chose to smoke a cigarette instead.

began and the agenda was pretty boring. Philip stood beside Wynn all the time and noticed

you thinking about? Is something

nudged Wynn with his

“Huh?”

startled for a moment. She tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled faintly. “It’s nothing. I’ll head

Wynn walked to the bathroom alone, holding the long skirt of the

who was trailing after Wynn not long after she left, pretending to be walking around unintentionally but going in

not an unusual occurrence, but Philip felt that something was amiss. He frowned slightly, put

after looking around, the man went straight into the

moment, Wynn was standing in front of the mirror and looking at the woman with exquisite makeup in the mirror. Her

“Keep it up!”

cheered for herself, shook her head, and bent over to wash her hands. She

man in a black suit suddenly rushed in from the door of

“Who are you?!”

and leaned against the sink. She watched

and said, “The person who’s about

dagger slipped out from his sleeve, dazzling under the

formed a fist. Her lips trembled

She wanted to call for help, but she knew that

Wynn chose to

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