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.

had asked her the day before if she was free today. That was bad. Wynn had promised to have

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 manager looked around and was puzzled when he did not see Philip’s female companion. The day before, Mr. Clarke had paid a deposit of thirty thousand to reserve the entire

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 a pianist accompanied by a violinist.

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

reservation. Philip Clarke was 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 man is so rich that he booked the entire