The First Heir

While thinking, Martha hurried out of the room and ran to Wynn and Philip’s room.

To be honest, Martha was very envious when she saw the highest-class suite that Wynn and Philip stayed in. However, she did not say anything but knocked on the door and whispered, “Philip, Wynnie, are you up yet?”

At this moment, Philip heard the knock on the door, raised his brows, and sneered, “Your mother is here again.”

Wynn was also very helpless. Her mother had never been so enthusiastic and polite before. She said, “She’s just like that. Philip, promise me that as long as my mother doesn’t go too overboard, you won’t take her too personally.”

Philip gently patted Wynn’s small hand and said, “Don’t worry. I know what to do.”

After saying that, he walked over and opened the room door. He saw Martha with a face full of smiles as she scurried in and said, “Philip, let me ask you, is your family’s home really on this island?”

Philip hummed in agreement. Martha held her chest excitedly and gasped. She quickly smiled, pulled Philip, and said, “Oh, my good son-in-law, why didn’t you tell me before that your home is in such a place?”

Philip snorted and said, “Didn’t you say that my home is a dog kennel in a remote countryside?”

that she had said something silly and slapped her

with her and asked coldly, “Tell

Wynn’s hand, and put it in Philip’s hand while saying, “It’s nothing. I just hope that you and my daughter will have a good relationship

Philip looked at each other, feeling

you walk in

willing to lower her stature for money. It was too embarrassing. However, Martha did not think so. After saying a few

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moment, they were locked in the cargo hold

dare he treat me this way?! I’m the former Chieftain of

a bag of flour, his head full of silver hair. He looked disheveled, and his cane was creaking in his hand.

Too hateful!

actually locked them up