The First Heir

After Bernard left the steel mill, he headed directly to a club. Then, with the guidance of a dedicated attendant, he entered a dimly lit private room.

This room was decorated in a medieval style and a faint fragrance lingered in the air. The sofa bed in the center was surrounded by translucent red curtains. He could see a woman wearing a black nightgown on the bed, lying on her side.

Her figure was superb with a small waistline and a perky butt.

After Bernard entered, he stood there respectfully, not daring to look at the woman on the bed who was slowly getting up. Her carefree posture would mesmerize any man.

He lowered his head and saw her pair of fair jade-like feet walk up to him.

He also got a stronger whiff of the fragrance on her. “What are you doing here?”

The woman’s voice was full of temptation, like the music of nature, which made Bernard’s body heat up. After saying this, the woman lay on the sofa with her legs tucked on her side. Her posture was seductive and extremely languid. Her graceful body was also on full display in front of Bernard.

Bernard stole a peek before burying his head even lower with fear. He said respectfully, “Madam, Philip Clarke will be coming back soon. My second brother, Martin, has already laid down his trap. This time, he definitely won’t be able to get out of Riverdale.”

The woman’s chuckle sounded like tinkling bells. She said, “Oh, I see.”

and asked tentatively, “Madam, aren’t you

With her exquisite face, red lips, and those alluring eyes, any man would have their

that with just the strength of you and your brother,

made

said, “Madam, Philip is just a useless son-in-law of my Johnston family. What’s so difficult

“Hehehe…”

done all this while. You were just too impatient to listen to me and insisted on driving Wynn out of

hearing this, Bernard trembled as his heart became slightly

with their own eyes. Was he really unlike the person they thought he was? Coupled with what Lynn had told him over the

hurriedly asked, “Madam, what should my Johnston

you willing to give up your life and let your second brother live, or will you push

she asked this question, Bernard stood frozen in place. His

was the meaning of

think about it carefully. There’s no hurry. You have almost three hours

the woman said this, she raised her jade-like arms