The First Heir

Wynn was stunned. Philip actually had a great great grandfather. Was that not her father-in-law’s great grandfather?

The generation gap was too huge!

For a while, Wynn was a little flustered. She stared reproachfully at Philip and said, “Why didn‘t you tell me earlier? You nearly got me into trouble.”

After that, Wynn took Mila, who was still drinking her milk, back to the room and started changing. About half an hour later, Wynn changed into a long white dress with a small trench coat. Her hair was coiled on her head, and she put on high heels. With light makeup on, she looked very savvy and approachable.

“How is it? Do I look okay?” Wynn looked at herself and glanced at Philip expectantly.

Philip stroked his chin, nodded, and said, “Okay, this is fine. The grand elder is not a particular person.”

Wynn rolled her eyes at him and said, “How can we act so casually? No way, I’ll change into another outfit.”

With that said, Wynn returned to the room. Ten minutes later, she still decided to stick with the previous outfit.

next to him. They left the residence and got into the Bentley that was waiting

ten minutes later, the car stopped at the

nervous and her palms were all sweaty. Seeing her current state, Philip gently put his arm around Wynn’s shoulder and said, “It’s okay, don’t be nervous. The grand elder is a very nice person. He just wants to see

she

entrance of the grand elder’s courtyard.

Horace had already been waiting for them. As soon as he saw Philip, he complained softly, “Stinking brat, what took you so long? The

didn’t take that

knowing

squeezed out a pleased

who made introductions, “This is my third

Third Uncle.” Wynn bowed

smiled and responded, “It’s good to freshen up a