The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 647

Philip carried Wynn out of the hotel. At the door, Rick gave them a glance before he left as well. Soon, Theo reached the scene, but what he saw immediately gave him a headache. That was the second young master of the Quaid family from Capital City! This was going to be a big deal! A storm was coming right for Riverdale soon. “What should we do, Theo? This is Master Marcus Quaid from Capital City.” Tiger stood next to Theo, his large body looking awkward as he scratched the back of his head helplessly. Theo frowned slightly, his eyes focused on Marcus, who lay unconscious in the room. He sighed in exasperation. “Send him away. Things will get messy soon, so tell our men to prepare.” Theo said, his expression determined. He was not going to betray Philip. Way back then, he had acknowledged Philip as his leader. Even if a bloody tragedy ensued, he was going to have Philip’s back! After that battle in the villa, Theo’s determination had only strengthened further. Meanwhile, Philip had hailed a cab and brought Wynn back to First Palace. Wynn took a long hot bath in the master bedroom, desperately trying to wash the filth off her body. At least, she thought herself extremely dirty right now. Once she was done washing herself, Philip enthusiastically offered her a cup of steaming hot chamomile tea. “Here, honey, have some tea. It’s good for soothing your nerves.” “Right, thanks.” Wynn sat down, her hair still dripping wet. She took a few sips of the tea and then stopped. After that, she just curled up on the couch in a daze, looking at the night outside the window without a word. Philip knew that she was feeling tortured right now. No one would be able to calm down so soon after something like that. “Thank you, honey.” Her soft voice suddenly resounded in the silent room. Philip hurriedly walked to her and pulled her into his embrace, rubbing her back tenderly. His voice was gentle as he said,

just glad you’re safe.” The light went out of Wynn’s eyes. She looked at Philip blankly, pulling at the corners of her

lips and rambled, “You can ask me later. What you need right now is rest. I’ll help you handle things at work, and don’t worry about the Quaids either. I have a plan.” Wynn ignored his babble and asked him seriously, “Who are you, honey?” Philip took a deep breath and grinned. “I’m me, of course. What’s the matter? Is your head screwed on right?” He reached out to touch her forehead, but Wynn gripped his hand like a helpless little girl. Her eyes were full of fear as she looked at Philip. “Give me a proper answer, honey. What are you hiding from me? Why? Is your real identity truly that important?” Philip was growing more and more mysterious to her. Wynn felt as though

did not even know who he really was. All she knew was that her husband was no ordinary man. After that incident at the villa that night, Wynn was even more certain that Philip’s family situation was extremely complicated. Perhaps that was why Philip