The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 262

Wynn stood up. Wearing a white blazer, heels, a presentable black lace blouse, and white slacks, she walked out of the VP’s office.

“Mindy, I’m going out for a bit. Call me if you need me,” Wynn told her assistant, Mindy Scott.

“Sure thing, Wynn. Oh, do you want to take my car?” Mindy was always so cheerful and full of smiles. She was adorable.

Full of youth and vigor, she was.

“Alright.” Wynn accepted Mindy’s car keys and headed to the carpark alone.

She wanted to go to the bank and check how much money was in the card Philip gave her.

More than anything else, she was simply curious.

On the other end, Philip was just leaving a mall with a princess doll about half his height.

Mila had insisted on it.

As soon as he walked out of the door, though, he had barely taken a few steps before a flashy pink Porsche 911 swerved a beautiful 180 degrees and skidded to a halt right in front of Philip.

“F*ck!”

Philip resisted the urge to swear out loud. He walked around the car and tried to leave. This person was rich, after all. He should not provoke them.

However, the window on the pink Porsche wound down, revealing a young girl with long purple hair. She wore shades and had an eye-catching figure to go with it, looking just like one of those magical girls from TV.

“Hey, get into the car.” The girl turned around and tilted her fair chin at Philip.

Her voice was sweet, cute, and very much chuuni.

Philip looked around suspiciously before pointing at himself and asking, “Are you talking to me?”

The girl with the purple hair just got out of the car impatiently. She wore a short black skirt, revealing her long, slender, fair legs with calf-high boots. For her top, she wore a plain white T-shirt. Presently, she grabbed the doll from Philip’s hands and stuffed it into the car, telling him coldly, “Get inside.”

Philip looked completely lost, but he got into the car helplessly.

The main reason was because he recognized this car. It was the one Tiger Zander drove last time.

Was this girl Theo’s daughter, Melody, then?

That seemed about right.

Was this sexual harassment? She did just drag a man into her car in broad daylight, after all.

The pink Porsche’s engine roared to life, and it sped away from the mall.

Philip had barely left when a woman in a long black dress and carrying a handbag walked out of the mall’s main entrance. It was Yolanda Lee.

She was looking in the direction the Porsche had left, perplexed. Inwardly, she muttered to herself, “That was Philip Clarke, right?”