The First Heir

Chapter 821

After Philip left the mansion, he returned to the villa. He looked after Mila for a while before calling Wynn.

“Wynnie, how are things? Is there a turnaround?” Philip asked in concern.

Wynn tiredly said, “No, we’re still dealing with it. Is Mila asleep?”

“She just went to bed. Should I pick you up?” Philip continued asking.

“No, I’m afraid I have to work overtime tonight. You should go to bed too.”

Wynn smiled. She deliberately took the time to answer this call.

Philip frowned when he heard this and said worriedly, “You’re still pregnant. You shouldn’t be working so hard. Listen to me. I’ll pick you up. Just leave the company’s affairs to your staff. If they really can’t handle it, I’ll take care of it,” Philip said as he got up and put on his coat, ready to leave the villa.

“No, I can still manage it. If I don’t handle this matter in person, the new board members will complain about it.”

Wynn was also in a dilemma. After all, in this position, she would not be able to win people’s hearts if she did not do anything.

“No, I won’t allow it. You must get more rest. I’ll go to your office immediately!” Philip said forcefully, acting exactly like a domineering president.

This sentence made Wynn’s heart tremble as a warm current quickly flowed through her body.

He was too manly!

Her husband really loved her.

She was very blissful.

He was her anchor.

I’ll wait for you.” Wynn agreed docilely before hanging up the

Back to Robbie James.

ran out of the mansion and drove personally to a villa

was a famous

villas here was not comparable

a brightly

had very high-end decor and the furniture in the entire

made with goose down imported from Italy with the entire set costing hundreds

that the floor tiles were overlaid with

front of the sofa with his head lowered, similar to a yakuza-style

was wearing white loose pajamas was tasting the superior goose meat that the

than ten minutes. During this period, he did not dare

man finished the

know about

with a white cloth. He wore jade rings on his fingers, exuding a stern and distinguished

the black-suited butler next to him handed a black walking stick to the

Smack!

took the stick and slammed it

With just one strike…

Crack!

breaking could be

Argh!

groaning miserably. Then, he got up after painful

entire right arm hung

years but

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