The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 239

With her arms crossed, Wynn raised her chin, looked straight at Philip, and dialed Eric’s number. The fact was, even if Philip really had taught Eric a lesson, Wynn would not say anything. That was because Eric really had gone too far this time. If the Yates pursued the matter, Wynn would definitely take Philip’s side. Beep, beep, beep… A long wait ensued. In the end, the call went unanswered. After a while, Wynn gave up trying and said to Philip dubiously, “Okay, I’ll believe you for once.” Philip grinned, touched her cheek that was still slightly red and swollen, and asked, “Is it still painful?” Wynn shook her head shyly and said, “It has been treated. I’m fine.” The two stared into each other’s eyes. “Damn it, I almost forgot!”

Philip slapped his forehead out of the blue and hurried out. “Wynn, I’ll pick you up later.” Wynn was puzzled, totally unaware of what Philip was up to.

before if she was free today. That

hesitating for a while, Wynn called Derrick and explained why she would not be attending the celebratory dinner that night. Derrick was a reasonable person and simply said that there would be more opportunities in the future. Wynn heaved a breath of relief and stood by the doorway of the ward, staring at the direction Philip had run off in. She looked forward to seeing what Philip was about to do. On Philip’s side, he hurried toward the French restaurant that he had made reservations at the day prior. When the restaurant manager saw Philip, he greeted him respectfully, “Mr. Clarke, you’re here. Where’s Mrs. Clarke?” The chubby

very enthusiastic and personally led Philip around to look at the setup of the venue. Outside the window, the beautiful scenery of Lake Phoenix could be seen. “Mr. Clarke, as per your instructions, we’ve hired

nodding his head silently. “Okay, well done. This is the final payment of two hundred thousand.” Philip was very happy as he handed his card to the manager. The manager grinned broadly, took the card, and said, “Mr. Clarke, please wait a moment.” After swiping the card, the manager quickly returned and gave the card back to Philip. If the manager had any

one. Therefore, the manager assumed that Philip was a low-key nouveau riche. Such customers had to be served well. As Philip left, the waiters of the restaurant watched his disappearing figure. Their faces were full of envy and jealousy. “Wow, that