The First Heir

Chapter 1489

Philip frowned slightly, looked at the luxury car next to the old man, and said to Victor Bell beside him, “You can go back first.”

Victor nodded and replied, “Yes, Young Master Clarke.” After saying that, Philip directly got into the car.

Soon, the car brought Philip to a café.

Philip followed the old man and came to the innermost room. The decoration was simple and rustic.

Sheryl sat in the middle of the room, making coffee. She had removed her coat, revealing her graceful figure. She blended beautifully into the surroundings. As expected of a daughter of an affluent. family, her every move and smile carried a sense of elegance.

Her art of brewing coffee was quite pleasing to the eye. Philip came in through the door, applauded, and said with a laugh, “Miss Larson, you really know how to enjoy the finer things in life. Your brewing skills are superb.”

slender jade like hand, she pushed a cup of coffee in front of Philip who had already seated himself. Her red lips parted as she said softly, “Thank you, Young Master Clarke, for the

up the cup, drank the coffee in one gulp, and narrowed his eyes while smacking his lips. He said, “It’s good

smile, “It’s my honor

accept this cup. He smiled faintly and said, “That’s enough for me. Drinking too much coffee at night will only ruin my sleep. I wonder what’s the reason the

be described as a gorgeous beauty. That graceful demeanor of hers could produce a sense of tranquility when others looked at

the side, and took out a delicate small box. She put

turned solemn as suspicion flashed in his eyes, but he still reached

eyes was also a phoenix feather

key to

taken out was actually

trace of confusion and asked

precise, you should be my uncle according to seniority. This key was sent to us by the Nonagon a few days ago. Their intention was very simple. They

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