All Chapters of The First Heir: Chapter 701 - Chapter 710

“What are you thinking?” Cynthia said while smiling alluringly. She turned and went in while swaying her full figure.Philip stood awkwardly behind the door before pretending to cough a few times and followed. Cynthia tilted her head and wiped her wet hair with a towel as she walked. She said, “Come here and have a seat. Why are you so nervous?” Her voice was sweet and soft with a tinge of coyness in her tone. Philip’s body went taut when he heard it. Following Cynthia, Philip sat down on the sofa in the living room of the suite. She walked to the coffee table and asked with a smile, “Tea or coffee? Or do you prefer red wine instead?” Wow, Cynthia was acting strange tonight! Philip frowned as he looked at her, wondering what tricks this woman had up her sleeves. With that thought in his mind, Philip shook his head and said, “Cynthia, why are you doing this in the middle of the night? Let’s just discuss business if there’s anything to discuss. I still have to go home afte

Suddenly, at the window, a flash of light hit Philip’s eyes. Huh? Philip’s heart suddenly tightened as his gaze became extremely sharp and filled with a piercing chill. He stared straight at the large French window that reflected himself and Cynthia! Abruptly, Philip chuckled and said, “I think you should come into my arms because something unexpected may happen next.” Startled, Cynthia’s face started burning in panic. She immediately scolded in shame, “Scoundrel! What are you saying?! How can you do this?! What about Wynn?!” Before she could finish her words, Philip suddenly pulled her into his arms! “You… B*stard! How dare you molest me?!” Although Cynthia shouted indecent assaults on her lips, her heart thumped rapidly and she kept pulling herself closer into Philip’s arms! Could it be that this man had finally come to his senses? Philip’s intensity was so strong that it made Cynthia’s heart thud, but before she finished scolding, the French window shattered with a

“Argh! I’ll talk! I’ll tell you! Please spare me!” The man had torn his mask to pieces and scratched his face until it was bloody. It was truly a horrifying sight to the eyes. Philip was pleased. It seemed that this pill was quite effective. He said, “Prepare more for future use.” “One million each,” Rick said solemnly. Philip’s face turned dark. This brat must have been too poor in his past life! “The Beauty Killers! The Beauty Killers sent us!” The man was enduring great pain to squeeze this sentence from his throat, then he cried and begged Philip to let him go. Philip’s expression sank as his brows furrowed! The Beauty Killers? He turned to Rick and asked, “Can you check?” Rick’s face also changed as he said, “No need for that. I know this group.” Philip snorted, looked at the other guy, and said, “If you don’t want this to continue, go back and tell your boss not to cause any more trouble for me. Otherwise, I have 100 ways to make all of you disappear from th

However, the only response she got was a kick! Philip kicked Martha cruelly until she stumbled. Then, he shouted grimly, “Martha Yates, don’t think too highly of yourself! You’re not worth anything in my eyes!” Martha got a fright. She did not expect Philip to make a move. She was both frightened and resentful as she cursed, “You dare to hit me? I’ll report you!” Smack! Her response was another slap, and another seven or eight slaps in a row! Philip went straight up to her, pulled Martha’s hair, and dragged her outside the villa as if he was dragging a dead dog, saying, “You still have 50 minutes. I hope you know what to do. If I don’t see Anne Foster back by then, we’ll settle all your past mistakes in one go!” Frost! Wrath! Martha truly felt the changes in Philip at this moment. She was scared and felt guilty, so she begged for mercy, “Don’t hit me anymore. I’ll go. I’ll go now.” After Martha exclaimed miserably, she tidied herself up with her face flushed. She

Cynthia had her own exclusive deck in the bar. When she was in a bad mood, she would come here and sit. On the side of the second floor near the window sill, the prosperous night view of Riverdale was in full display. At the bottom, one could see the dancing crowd in the popular bar. Normally, Cynthia rarely came here, so the place was vacant most of the time. The waiter would also vacate the deck, which was reserved for the boss all the time. “I didn’t expect a boss to get such treatment.” Philip was surprised. If Philip opened a bar, he would build an exclusive deck made of glass and put it in the center of the stage to be surrounded by wild dancing girls. That way, he could enjoy the figures and dance moves of each girl. However, that was just a thought. “You want to be your own boss?” Cynthia sneered, “Don't look at the superficial glamor of being a boss. In fact, there are a lot of things to worry about. It’s not as simple as you think.” Philip nodded in agreemen