The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 709

Cynthia had appeared behind Philip without him realizing it. Her voice was so sweet that a man would die from hearing it. As soon as Philip turned his head, he saw the glamorous iceberg beauty with her arms crossed. She was looking at him with a half-smile. She was gorgeous! Especially in such a bar under the illumination of the colorful lights, Cynthia was cast under a mesmerizing mood. “I’m a married man. How can I act so casually?” Philip flicked a glance in the direction of the woman who just left and spoke to Cynthia again, “If it’s someone like you, I might reconsider.” It was empty talk. He just wanted to figure out what Cynthia was up to. She had just asked him out before, and she made another appointment again. It seemed that the Larson family was really eager for this cooperation and to reenter the domestic market. “Wishful thinking.” Cynthia patted Philip’s shoulder, sat down next to him, and took a sip from the wine glass on the table. She did not seem to mind that Philip had already drunk from it. “Sister, you don’t mind that I’ve already drunk from it?” Philip mumbled. “I don’t mind, so why should a man like you be so concerned?” Cynthia glanced at Philip disdainfully. Philip shrugged, leaned back on the sofa, and asked, “You opened this bar?” She nodded and said, “I opened it two years ago. What do you think? Business isn’t too bad, huh?” Philip nodded appreciatively and said, "It's not bad, but who on earth thought of this tacky name?” “Shut up!”

She glared at Philip. He quickly changed the subject and asked, “So, what’s up? You’re not just asking me here for a drink, right?” “I can’t look for you without a reason?” Cynthia squinted at Philip with a smile. He was unperturbed. He looked at the swaying men and women in the bar, especially the girls on the dancing poles in the middle of the dance floor, and suddenly turned around to ask, “Do you dance?” Cynthia glanced at Philip and asked instead, “Do you want to see me dance?” “I do.” He grinned broadly and said, “Cynthia Larson, the hotel goddess of Riverdale, can pole dance. If she performs for me, a kept man, I can brag about it forever.” “I don’t,” Cynthia said promptly. “If you’re really interested, I can arrange a separate private room for you and find two little girls to accompany you. They can definitely dance better than those people.”

eight or ten girls will be more interesting,” Philip said cheerfully and cheekily. Cynthia glanced disgustedly at Philip and

this woman was more knowledgeable and smarter than anyone else. “That’s a pity. She’s our regular customer and specializes in fishing for suckers. I really wonder what she sees in you.” Cynthia scrutinized Philip from top to bottom with a fascinated smile and pointed at the woman who approached Philip just now. At this moment, she was whispering to a fat middle-aged

to say that other people are too casual? Who just said they wanted to watch pole dancing? I’m really curious to know what’s

at him with a