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?

did not hide anything. Revealing a bit of Tim’s identity could be a foundation before he brought Wynn home. This could help avoid her being too surprised 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?

of his home. 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

came to Philip, she had belittled him with a lot of unpleasant

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, is

to buy us more nuts?” Instantly, four or five middle-aged women yelled at Philip one after another. Philip frowned and glanced at Martha who had an unnatural expression on her face. Wynn, who was standing beside him, 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 yours is no good.” A fat woman dressed in checkered clothes taunted at this moment. She had on heavy makeup on her big round face and a lot of pockmarks. “Yes, that Philip is too useless, not masculine at all. He can’t even compare to my son-in-law.” “Oh, Martha, I

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