The First Heir

Philip did not expect Wynn to appear at this time and overhear the conversation between him and Cynthia.

He was taken aback.

How was he going to explain this?

Cynthia seemed to notice Philip’s hesitation and quickly explained, “Miss Johnston, you got it wrong. I was talking to Philip about Beacon’s new drug. Actually, I want to cooperate with you as a representative of the Larson family.”

When Wynn heard that it was about cooperation, she immediately became interested.

The two women quickly started talking.

In the end, Wynn even expressed her dissatisfaction toward Philip. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Philip chuckled and said, “Well, I’m just trying to observe them for a little while.”

Wynn rolled her eyes at him and said, “Let’s go home.”

Philip did not move. He glanced at Cynthia and said, “I’ve something to deal with. Let Miss Larson send you home.”

“What is it?”

Wynn suddenly became nervous as she thought of Vivi Joo’s invitation to Philip just now.

Philip also realized that and quickly explained, “It’s okay, don’t overthink it. I’m just going to check out the situation.”

Wynn frowned slightly, thought for a while, and glanced at Philip. Then, she kissed him on the cheek and said, “Come home soon.”

she

a waiter and asked with a grin, “Excuse me, how

…

on the top floor of the Kempinski Hotel, Philip pinched his chin and thought for a long while. He finally decided to ring the

some inexplicable reason, Philip could not help feeling that

several times, there was no response. Philip tried

soon as he entered the door, he saw a

had just showered. Her hair was scattered behind her head and her

enough. Looking at the amazing curves, an

permeated with a

the carpet with her bare feet. In Philip’s eyes, this was undoubtedly the

this woman only have a bath towel

this, Philip

was this Vivi Joo trying to

in front of Philip, her body leaning forward slightly. Her neck was tilted back, and there was a twinkle in her eyes. She looked

soul hooked by Vivi Joo by this time, but Philip was different. He was a man with a strong sense of self-discipline after all. He took a deep breath, rushed into the bathroom, and turned on the faucet. He splashed his face with

of this woman lingered everywhere in this bathroom, and Philip saw the clothes placed on the washbasin at a glance.

Vivi just

water, but a hot stream in his nasal cavity

back at all. He was still

wiped his face indiscriminately. Not bad, even

while

dry myself off just

the door, leaning on the door

his movements when he heard that. Another bright stream of red gushed from