The First Heir

Chapter 283

Philip raised his eyebrows and watched the video in Lynn’s hand. He reached out to grab the phone.

“What do you want?” Philip asked.

Lynn was not coy about it. She grabbed Philip’s arm and smiled intimately. “I was tight-lipped about your business last time, so this time, how do I put it… I should receive some hush money from you.”

Philip frowned and looked at Lynn. This girl had plastered her body against his, and her provocative demeanor made him short of breath.

“Just say it, what do you want?” Philip asked.

“Let me drive the car around for a couple of days.” Lynn did not beat around the bush and reached out for the key.

It was a Ferrari, a car she had never driven before. If she drove it to school, it would be flashy as hell!

Hence, she would borrow the Ferrari from Philip today no matter what.

Philip frowned, thought about it for a moment, and shook his head before saying, “No way, the car isn’t mine.”

Lynn immediately became anxious and said, “Not yours? Philip, this joke isn’t funny. Who would ever lend you this car?”

Could it be that Philip did not want to lend her the car, so he made such an excuse on purpose?

“It’s really not mine.”

“Well, I don’t care. I want the car. If you don’t lend it to me, I’ll send the video to Wynn and even tell her about what happened the last time.”

Lynn was angry. She sat haughtily on the hood of the car, clearly indicating that she would not budge from the spot.

Philip was helpless. He looked around before taking out the key and throwing it to Lynn. “Okay, I’ll let you drive it for two days, only two days. You’ll have to return it to me after that. This car really doesn’t belong to me.”

Lynn totally did not pay any heed to Philip’s words. She was simply ecstatic when she received the key from Philip.

She could hardly wait to get into the driver’s seat before she yelled excitedly, “Philip, get in the car. I’ll take you for a ride.”

Philip smiled bitterly before he got into the car.

The two of them drove around the city before Lynn sent Philip to the hospital and took off again.

Staring at the direction Lynn had disappeared into, Philip could only shake his head.

In the afternoon, Philip played with Mila for a long while, but most of the time, it was Philip making faces at her and telling her stories.

The little gold bracelet given by Giada yesterday was already being worn on Mila’s hand.

Philip felt a wave of sadness as he looked at it.

It had belonged to his mother.

It had been seven years since he last visited his mother’s cemetery.

He did a horrible job as her son.

He had no choice. His mother’s final resting place was not an ordinary place.

It was Roger Clarke who personally bought a piece of land measuring tens of thousands of hectares. It was built in imitation of an ancient imperial tomb.

Now, the cemetery was heavily guarded by Giada’s people.

After leaving the ward, he came to the convalescent garden. Philip sat on the long bench and did not speak for a long time. In his hand, there was a phone that no one else had ever seen before.

He hesitated for a long while before finally dialing a string of numbers.

About ten seconds later, the call connected. A bland male voice could be heard. There was not much emotion, but it gave people an imposing feeling. He respectfully said, “Young Master, what are your orders?”

Philip asked calmly, “How are the preparations?”

“Everything’s ready. I’m awaiting Young Master’s instructions,” the voice replied respectfully.

“Good,” Philip said, “Nothing can go wrong. The Wallis family must be destroyed. In a few days, you should attend the banquet held at the Cirrus Manor. We’ll meet there.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

Philip hung up and stared at the glow of the setting sun on the horizon, unable to calm his emotions. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

In order to deal with Giada and the Wallis family, he had been preparing for 13 years.

Since he was 12, he had spent six years investigating the cause of his mother’s death. At the age of 18, he struck an agreement with Giada and left the Clarke family. It took him another four years to

disappear and integrate himself into the lower echelons of society and bore the infamy of being a wastrel for three years.

Initially, Philip thought he could let go of everything because he had Wynn and Mila.

However, Giada’s sudden visit yesterday sounded the alarm for Philip.

This woman had never thought about letting him go.

The Wallis family had a hidden agenda.

In that case, the sharp sword that he had concealed for so many years would now be hung over Giada’s head, over the heads of the entire Wallis family!

The Clarke family would forever hold the last name of Clarke!

Philip’s eyes became darker as the atmosphere surrounding him grew chill.

Philip was willing to remain anonymous for the sake of Wynn and Mila.

Now, however, he had no other choice.

Giada had started to cross the line.