The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 795

Philip quickly ran to the small garden before he returned the call. Very soon, the call connected. It was a hearty male voice accompanied by sounds of other voices. He seemed to be at a party. “Philip, please hold on.” After that, the man on the other line seemed to gradually move away from the crowded area to a quiet place. “What did you find out?” Philip was anxious. He finally heard from Fennel after so long, and he had been in Fernvale recently. He must be investigating the task he had given him. “I found it,”

family of Fernvale withdrew from

line disconnected. Philip sat in the garden with a cigarette in his hand. His expression was awful. All this while, it was not that Philip did not check up on Giada. He had also found some clues. There was someone behind Giada indeed. That was also why he did not make a move against Giada and the Wallis family directly. The people behind Giada were very mysterious. Philip had not found any information about these people to this day. Therefore, Philip was waiting for the other party to make the first move. Things seemed to have taken a turn for the worse. In the next two days, Wynn rested at home while Philip accompanied her. “Philip, let’s go shopping. We should buy some clothes for the baby,” Wynn pulled Philip and said coyly. Philip nodded and said, “Okay.” The two quickly arrived at the nearby shopping mall. Wynn plunged into the store that displayed all kinds of baby clothes, looking very motherly and happy. She kept looking at and comparing different baby clothes. Philip followed behind her quietly, feeling very blissful. After visiting several stores, they came to an international chain of baby stores. While Wynn browsed through the assortment, Philip followed her and carried the bags. Unfortunately, an abrupt and doubtful voice sounded behind the two. “Wynn, Philip, is that really you?” It was a woman who was pretty well-dressed with a good figure and trendy attire. She was hugged by a man next to her who looked like a rich foreign-looking businessman. The man had a big potbelly and looked to be in his 40s or 50s. Wynn and Philip knew this woman quite well. To be precise, this woman was Wynn’s mortal enemy back in college. “Muriel Milton?” The corners of Wynn’s mouth curled up as she said politely. They were old classmates after all. Muriel glanced at them disdainfully and said in an unfriendly tone, “Oh, I didn’t expect to see

enterprise. Moreover, she had now settled