The First Heir

At this time, two people hurriedly walked over from the side door of the clubhouse’s hall—a man and a woman.

The man was in his 40s, wearing a black suit with his hair combed back. There was a conspicuous gold watch on his wrist and a string of praying beads in his hand. The sleek face revealed the steadiness and cunningness of a businessman.

A person of faith was easier to communicate with.

The woman was likely his assistant. She was very young, in her 20s, and very beautiful with a sexy figure and black-framed glasses. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, and she was wearing a white shirt paired with a red skirt.

The moment she saw Philip, the female assistant bowed and smiled slightly. She gently pushed the frame of the glasses with her left hand, appearing quite intellectual.

Philip looked sideways at Jonas who stood respectfully behind him.

Jonas hurriedly extended his arms and explained animatedly, “Dear Mr. Clarke, let me introduce you. This is the president of the hotel and the club, Kyle Lent. He’s also the person in charge before we board the cruise tonight. I’m the one who told him to come here and meet Mr. Clarke.”

Philip nodded, stretched out his hand, shook hands with Kyle, and said, “Mr. Lent, it’s nice to meet you.”

Kyle nodded hurriedly and shook Philip’s hand with a face full of excitement. He smiled and said, “Mr. Clarke, you’re too polite. I didn’t expect Mr. Clarke, who is held in high regards by President Sachs, to be so young.”

smiled and

Clarke, please have a rest here.

and

Mavis, thinking that Kyle was an old fox. He deliberately left a beautiful woman in his

Clarke, is there anything I can

folded her hands over her abdomen with a gentle smile on her

“No, I’ll go out

that, he ignored Mavis and walked straight out of the suite along the

was worthy of

hung on the white

behind, making

a while before coming

passage in the side hall that seemed

her high heels and wearing a low-cut tight-fitting performance costume, she looked very sexy.

guard here seemed to

walked in, the more

rich young master look like? Would

walking for a