The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 443

Philip fell silent for a while. Then, he looked at Wynn and said, “You really want to know?” Wynn nodded and said, “Yeah.” Philip nodded. Then, he said in all seriousness, “Wynnie, I’m actually a nouveau riche.” Wynn listened to him while nodding. “Yeah, I know. Your family runs restaurants, and you bought the villa.” Philip frowned and explained. “No, maybe my nouveau riche is different from what you understand. I mean, I, Philip Clarke, am a nouveau riche. I’m loaded.” “How loaded?” Wynn ate her dessert and squinted. Her eyes were as beautiful as crescent moons. There was also a gentle smile on her lips. “Do you know Clarke Group?” Philip asked. Wynn nodded. She said, “Yeah, didn’t I go to their party last time?

Too bad I didn’t get to meet Young Master Clarke.” Philip smiled and said,

“Actually, Young Master Clarke is sitting in front of you.” “You?” Wynn was taken aback. She looked at Philip curiously. After a while, she reached out her fair hand and touched Philip’s forehead. Then, she touched her forehead and pouted. She muttered, “You don’t have a fever.” ‘F*ck me!

again, “Wynnie, I really

not believe him! Whatever. It was fine since Wynn already accepted that he was a nouveau riche. Even though she could not guess his real identity, there

out of the master’s bedroom. She had no choice. Philip was flourishing at the moment and she did not dare to act out of line. “Charlie, say, who is Philip? How did he endure for so long in our family? If it wasn’t for what happened last time, I wouldn’t have known that he’s so powerful. Also, the woman who hit me last time is Philip’s stepmother!” Martha sat on the sofa and chatted with Charles who was reading

hiding for so long. Martha started to have bad thoughts after a few days. “Oh, what are you thinking about? If you’re worried, you can

the same time, Philip came back. When he got into the villa, Martha got up and started making tea for Philip. She had a flattering smile on her

at Philip’s back flatteringly at the bottom of the stairs. When he got into the master’s bedroom, the smile on her face turned cold. She widened her eyes and muttered, “Why are you being so arrogant? It’s like I’m the one begging him to drink it.” Charles shook his head helplessly. The pain was forgotten where gain followed for this mad woman. When she saw Charles shaking his head, Martha slammed the tea in front of him and said, “If he won’t drink it, you drink it!” After a while, Philip came downstairs. Martha asked hurriedly, “Philip, where are you going?” “I’m going to buy something with Wynnie,” Philip replied. Then, he left without turning back. Martha watched as Philip left. She felt agitated.

have slapped him if he gave him