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.”

that, she

a helpless sigh, Philip turned and walked into the hotel. He stopped a waiter and asked with a grin, “Excuse me, how do I get to

…

floor of the Kempinski Hotel, Philip pinched his chin and thought for a

help feeling that he

several times, there was no response. Philip tried to push the door

in. As soon as he entered the door, he

was scattered behind her head and her evening dress was gone. She was just wrapped in a

already mesmerizing enough. Looking at the

was permeated with a

Vivi stepped on the carpet with her bare feet. In Philip’s

believe it. Could this woman only have a

thought about this, Philip

hell was this Vivi

her body leaning forward slightly. Her neck was tilted back, and there was

Joo by this time, but Philip was different. He was a man with a strong sense of self-discipline

saw the clothes placed on the

Vivi just remove

spinning around him as he repeatedly splashed his face with water, but a hot stream in his nasal cavity could not stop flowing down. Very soon,

back at all. He was

a towel and wiped his face

while wiping

to dry myself off

at the door, leaning on the door frame while looking at Philip

heard that. Another bright stream