The First Heir

“An aristocrat! He’s from the Smith family of Country Y. He’s an undeniable aristocrat!”

Hearing the discussions, Philip and Fennel also understood the identity and status of the newcomers. He was an aristocrat from Country Y, and he was a Viscount at such a young age. It was quite interesting.

Steven seemed to enjoy the admiration and envy of the people around him. He raised his chin arrogantly, looked at Philip and Fennel, and introduced, “Gentlemen, the one next to me is Commander Warwick, the person in charge of Port Sendona with a naval battle group under his command. He’s also eager to meet the two of you.”

Warwick nodded with a smile, but his lecherous gaze kept falling on Vivi at Philip’s side. It revealed his undisguised admiration for her. He ignored Philip and Fennel but bowed slightly toward Vivi instead. He said, “My lady, I wonder if I may invite you for a dance.”

Steven did not expect Warwick to be so direct, disrupting his following plans. However, his mind raced and he said with a smile, “My lady, Commander Warwick has invited you for a dance. It just so happens that I have something to discuss with Mr. Leigh and Mr. Clarke. Why don’t you…”

Vivi furrowed her pretty brows as her cold eyes swept across the lecherous Warwick. She retorted, “I’m sorry, I don’t dance with strangers.”

As she said that, she grabbed Philip’s arm tightly.

that I’m asking an Eastern woman like you to

Warwick was angry!

women were cheap. They were just like goods from the market-readily available. That was because he had played with countless Eastern women over the years, most of whom had taken the initiative to get

admonished Vivi upon seeing Warwick’s anger. After all, they wanted to

Commander Warwick! It’s your honor for him to

are always like this. I’ve met several of them before. They’re very proactive and

to Commander

very casual? That’s not me! Besides, why should I dance with someone I don’t know? So what if he’s a commander? Is this the so-called hospitality of Westerners? Is this

exploded with

“F*ck! Damned Eastern woman!”

Warwick’s slap landed, Philip grabbed his hand in midair and shoved it