The First Heir

Philip was in a dilemma. He could neither admit nor deny it.

Finally, he took a deep breath and said, “I asked a friend to help. He has some connections and resources in the circle.”

On the other end, Wynn was silent for a moment before saying, “Thank you.”

Sure enough, it was Philip.

However, was his friend really that amazing?

According to the colleagues from the PR department, this person was formidable with powerful methods!

“I want to thank him in person. Please arrange it for me,” Wynn suddenly said.

This time, Philip was flustered as he quickly declined. “Well, he’s not in Riverdale but Capital City. Maybe next time I’ll treat him.”

Wynn was too persistent.

“Well, okay then, but you must thank him for me. He did me a great favor this time,” Wynn said gratefully, “By the way, how much did it cost? Let me know and I’ll wire it back to him.”

Philip smiled helplessly. It was still their money in the end.

“Okay, I’ll find out later. Oh yes, I have something to deal with, so I’ll have to hang up now. You should go home soon.”

Philip pretended to be busy and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Wynn was not suspicious either.

After all, her husband was the big boss of Milanelson Angel Investment Group and must have some connections.

had she

could his friend

have so many friends…” Wynn muttered under her breath in the car, frowned, and walked down

she did not want Philip’s help, the facts were right in front of

staff approached and asked excitedly, “Madam Johnston, how is it? What did your friend say? Who is that great person? Out of the 12

met

a smile, “It’s not. Okay, that’s enough. Get back to

No?

even more confused

this was done by someone

Terrifying!

would soon emerge in

no one else could employ such

involved money but more importantly, contacts and resources as well as the

arrived at Beaver Media

was that brightly

team that consisted of dozens of black-suited bodyguards escorted Philip out of

him, a tall and slender

he stood in front of everyone while flexing his wrists, his eyes filled with disdain.

was befitting of a

mansion’s front panicked when she

Sir. How can

a neat ponytail and fair skin.

Beaver Media?” Philip asked with a faint

Sir. Are you

were so many of them and they did not look like ordinary people. Could they

“Yes.” Philip nodded.