The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 608

Wynn stepped on the lawn with her hands behind her back. She looked very fresh and attractive. When the sun shone on her through the mottled leaves, she looked as if she was covered with a layer of gold. It was a stunning sight to see. “Wynnie.” Philip walked over with his hands in his trouser pockets.

Wynn turned around smilingly and asked, “Are you done?” Philip nodded and reached out to remove a small leaf from Wynn's hair. The latter asked hesitantly, “By the way, Phil, what does Uncle Tim do? His appearance is so…” Wynn pointed to the rows of armed men over there, her big eyes filled with suspicions. Philip considered before saying, “Those belong to my family.” Wynn’s eyes widened at those words. She stared at Philip incredulously, then pointed at the armed men over there before asking again,

“You, what did you say? Those belong to your family?” How could that be?

later. This way, when he took action under certain circumstances, Wynn could also accept it better. “Uh, really… They really belong to your family?” Wynn was shocked. She covered her mouth. Her eyes were wide while her face was full of disbelief. Her husband seemed to be more mysterious now. What exactly did his family do to employ the security of armed personnel? It was… Simply too terrifying. “Phil, is it really you? Are you my husband?” Wynn touched Philip’s cheek with her hand. She looked very restless, mainly because she was really scared. Philip grabbed her hand, smiled, and said, “Of course it’s me, silly. Let’s go home.” Wynn nodded blankly, followed Philip into the car, left Cirrus Manor, and returned to their home. Even when she returned to the villa, Wynn was still in a daze. It was difficult to digest what she had seen and heard

They were fawning over Martha. Anne Foster served tea and was serving them an assortment of nuts and seeds while clearing the garbage that the women threw out. Seeing Philip’s return, Martha immediately pointed at him and instructed, “Why are you standing around in a daze? Pour us some tea. There’s no more nuts and seeds. Go and buy some.” When she said this, Martha held her chest and

had belittled him with a

her. The group of old ladies eating nuts and seeds glanced at Philip who was standing at the door. They laughed tauntingly. “Martha, is this your son-in-law who lives off your family? He’s really a good-for-nothing indeed.” “Hey, Philip,

pulled his arm and whispered, “Phil, don’t argue with them. I’ll come with you.” Philip thought for a while, sighed, turned around, and went out with Wynn. On this side, Martha’s anxiety also relaxed. “He’s really a good-for-nothing. Martha, this son-in-law of

later.” Just as the old ladies were chattering away, little Mila tottered down from the second floor with sleepy eyes.