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.

day before if she was free today. That was

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 restaurant for the night. At first, the manager refused Philip’s request because the latter was

at the setup of the venue. Outside the window,

rose petals will fall around her. The roses that will rain on her are the ones you wanted, the freshest of roses, imported from Erdogo. Our waiters also hand-picked the petals and soaked them in the fragrance of Chanel…” The manager spoke continuously while Philip followed closely from behind, 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

assumed that Philip was a low-key nouveau riche. Such customers had to be served well.