The First Heir

Vivi’s voice came from behind. “Philip, what’s wrong?”

Philip reined in his emotions but could not calm down. He took a deep breath, and his gaze fell on the veiled woman for a brief moment.

It was a very strange feeling. There was clearly Hannah’s shadow on this woman, but the other party’s eyes just now seemed as though she was seeing him for the first time. Her gaze was full of doubts and even a hint of panic. Even now when she saw Philip staring at her, the woman who looked like a young girl would turn her head away shyly. She would only peek at Philip from time to time with her big eyes. She looked like a young girl who had just entered society and felt curious about everything.

Philip sat down again, feeling a little irate.

Fennel asked, “So, is it her?”

Philip could not be sure. He shook his head before nodding again. “I don’t know. I can see the shadow of my sister in her, but her eyes tell me that she doesn’t know me. It shouldn’t be like this. What went wrong?”

As soon as Fennel heard it, he knew that things were tricky.

He looked at the veiled young woman and said, “She does look somewhat similar to your sister. According to the information you gave me about your sister and from what I’ve gathered over the years, this woman is 60-70% similar to your sister, but there are some differences too. Indeed…”

Before Fennel finished speaking, Philip suddenly stood up again.

in front of everyone, he walked up to

was also stunned, not expecting Philip to act like this. In everyone’s shocked

his fists and suddenly shouted, “Mr. Clarke, I believe in you. You can do it! You’re a good lapdog too! Go for it, third

Fennel, Moses, and Vivi turned

“Shut up!”

three of them glared at Steven angrily

side, Philip walked toward the young woman wearing a white veil. The woman was a little

her side stepped forward and reached out to stop Philip two meters

sir. Please do not

voice through the black electronic helmet. The voice

like Stormtroopers. His eyes fell

before she shook her head and said in a voice as sweet as a lark, “I’m sorry, you have the wrong person. My name isn’t Hannah Clarke. My name is

hint of panic on

“Susan Stark?”

of Hannah on this young woman. He tried to get closer. However, the two guards aimed their guns at Philip’s chest and bellowed gravely, “Please

the inner hall were frightened by