The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Wynn was very nervous. Was Philip going to bring her home to the Clarke family? Then, what should she do? Would her father-in-law and the rest of the family members like her? “Wait, Philip, wait a minute!” Wynn immediately grabbed Philip and said bashfully, “I… I need to change.”

Philip was startled. He touched Wynn’s head and said, “It’s okay, just follow me.” After that, Philip pulled Wynn into the BMW and left Longford Park. When they left, Martha happened to see them at the entrance. “Where are they going in such a hurry?” Martha muttered to herself sullenly. She was followed by a group of friends, all dressed up. “Hey, Martha, is this your villa? It’s so big and lavish.” “Goodness, this must be First Palace. It’s too luxurious. How much is your Wynn earning again?” “I’m so envious!

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in the future.” One of the middle-aged women with a simpering expression held Martha's arm intimately. Martha swaggered as she led the group of sisters into the villa, acting like the wealthy lady of the house. Back to Philip’s side, he drove Wynn all the way across the bridges and rivers, then headed into the vast mountains. Cirrus Manor! When they arrived at the entrance of Cirrus Manor, some bodyguards blocked them at the gate. “Young Master.” These bodyguards who belonged to Giada still recognized their master and stood respectfully in front of Philip’s car. Wynn got out of the car and looked at this luxurious and huge manor only to recall that she was here the other night. This was Aunt Giada’s manor. Why did Philip bring her here? “Phil, isn’t this Aunt Giada’s manor?” Wynn looked suspiciously at the manor. Philip was taken aback. He looked at Wynn and asked, “How do you know that?” Only then did Wynn realize she had visited this place previously without Philip’s knowledge. With a faltering attitude, she replied truthfully, “Actually, I visited Aunt Giada last time to find out about your identity.” Philip frowned and asked, “What did she tell you?” “Nothing,” Wynn responded, afraid that her husband would blame her for not believing in him. Philip did not say anything else. He put his hands in his pockets, led Wynn through the door, and said, “Come with me.” Wynn followed Philip cautiously. This place was much more luxurious than First Palace. It was simply the mansion among mansions. In the manor, there were bodyguards in black suits, each stationed about five steps away from one another. As