The First Heir

Philip was a little flustered. After holding Mila for a while, they left for his mother’s mausoleum. Escorted by the guards, Philip brought Wynn and Mila onto the small cruise ship. As Nelson was born prematurely, it was not convenient for him to come out, so they did not bring him along.

On the island, Buck Jolly had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Wynn and Mila by Philip’s side, he grinned and greeted with a respectful smile, “Young Madam, Young Miss…”

Wynn smiled gently and greeted, “Hello, Mr. Jolly.”

During their journey here, Philip had already introduced Buck and some of the island guards to Wynn.

Buck was stunned for a moment before his eyes reddened a little.

This young madam was so easy-going, unlike some wives of the other young masters of the Clarke family who were arrogant and domineering. To guards like them, those wives always bad-mouthed them and ordered them around.

“Young Madam, you’re too polite. Just call me Buck,” Buck said.

“You’ve been guarding my mother-in-law’s mausoleum for a long time. It’s

Buck’s eyes got redder, and

were just tools in the eyes of others. Their lives

his buddies swore

the group arrived at the

up to pay respects. Then, Wynn asked Philip to go down first, saying that she had something to say to her

no choice but to walk down and meet up with Buck

Master, I’ve made arrangements for the things you told me to. You can mobilize the troop at any time.” Buck stood next to Philip at this moment as a cold

up at the sky, felt the salty sea breeze blowing on his face, and said, “Tomorrow is the ancestor commemoration day. Wait a little longer. When the time

replied,

and watched as Wynn walked down from above while

asked as he went over and tenderly put a