The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

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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.

Oh, right. Philip had asked her the day before if she was free today. That was bad. Wynn had promised

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to have dinner with her colleagues that night.

Nonetheless, after 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 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 dressed like an average working-class person. The manager only changed his mind when

Philip paid the deposit.

He was part of the hidden second-generation. Philip panted as he asked, “I want to check on the

preparations.” The manager was 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 a pianist accompanied by a violinist.

Additionally, when Mrs. Clarke arrives, 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

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manager quickly returned and gave the card back to Philip. If the manager had any doubts before, all of

them had been dispelled now.

Two hundred thousand. Very few people could fork out two hundred thousand for 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

restaurant for two hundred thousand.

How nice would it be if I had such a low profile and a rich boyfriend.” “I wonder who that woman is. She’s so fortunate to have

someone who loves her that much. I’m so envious.” “Okay, that’s enough. Hurry up with the preparations. We can’t afford to

make any mistakes tonight!” The manager admonished sternly when he saw the idiotic expressions on the waiters’

faces. Night soon fell. At the Riverdale Public Hospital, one after another, a long line of Mercedes-Benz decorated with flowers

pulled over at the main entrance. The scene instantly attracted everyone’s attention.

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