Giada smiled right as Philip was about to leave. “Aren’t you curious about what Wynn Johnston and I were talking about, Philip?”
The temperature of the room seemed to drop significantly with that one sentence.
Furious, Philip turned to punch Giada.
Unfortunately, all eight of her bodyguards formed a wall between them.
“Move!”
Philip roared, flames of fury burning in his eyes.
Yet the eight bodyguards only averted their gaze downward, not moving an inch.
Giada was who they took orders from.
Philip might be the Clarke’s young master, but he was not the man of the house. As such, he had no right to give orders.
“I apologize, Young Master, but we have our orders,” said the head of the bodyguards.
Philip frowned and kicked the man. “F*ck you!”
Giada smiled. Putting on her pair of sunglasses, she left with her bodyguards behind her.
Standing by the window of the resting area, Philip watched as Giada got into a Rolls-Royce at the entrance. With three black Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedans both in front and behind, all seven vehicles left the hospital.
Giada Wallis, a woman whose entrance had to outdo everyone.
Perhaps what happened was Giada’s version of a warning, or it was an act of provocation.
So what if Philip Clarke was the future heir? As long as he had yet to take full control over the family, he was merely a young master to Giada.
“Philip? What’s wrong?”
Coincidentally, Wynn decided to come to look for him. With both her arms crossed in front of her, she strolled toward Philip worriedly.
Philip was quick to rein his emotions in and replied with a smile, “Nothing. Did Mila make a fuss today?”
Philip brushed shoulders with Wynn as he motioned to return to the hospital room.
However, Wynn placed a hand against Philip’s shoulders before he could walk past. With glimmering eyes, she asked, “Who’s Giada Wallis?”
The couple stared at one another as Philip searched for his voice to answer.
After a while only did Philip reply, “Wynn, to tell you the truth, she’s a relative of mine. She came over to Riverdale for business, and having heard about my situation, she probably just came over to take a look.”
Wynn frowned as she searched Philip’s eyes for any traces of a lie. Satisfied, she let go and nodded. “Alright. Let’s go check on Mila.”
“Don’t worry, okay? It’s going to be alright.” Philip caressed her cheek before turning to leave.
It was all thanks to Philip’s one phone call.
“No, it’s not a dream. It’s all real, so take your time and enjoy this new life of a millionaire, yeah? Maybe enrich yourself a little more too. This is your company now, after all.” Philip smiled, sitting on a bench.
Having passed the initial craze, Howard asked, “But how Philip? How did you do it? You’re hiding something from me, aren’t you buddy?”
Habitually touching his nose, Philip mulled over how he should answer his friend. “Uh, well, my family’s kind of rich, I guess. Like top-notch rich, richer than any Wang Sicong, Tiger, Mr. Zach, or Jack Ma. I’ve just never said anything. I’ll tell you more next time, but you have to keep this a secret, especially from Wynn and Mila, got it?”
Seated in his rented apartment, Howard’s head was in the clouds. It was ringing in shock. “Then aren’t you like, super rich?”
Philip smiled. “I’m okay, I guess. My debit cards have like 100 billion each? And my family owns 70% of the world’s wealth, I think.”
Philip would gladly show his hand if it meant for Howard to feel at ease.
Yet, out of the blue!
“Philip? What’re you talking about? What 100 billion?”
Behind him came a sweet voice that scared the living lights out of Philip!
Whipping his head around, he was met with the sight of Wynn in a black dress that hugged her body in all the right places. Her long legs were revealed at the hem of the dress. Her ivory white flesh contrasted the black of her clothes.
Wynn had natural makeup on, and she was walking toward a dazed Philip with breakfast in her hands. There was a suspicious look in her eyes. “What 70% of the world’s wealth?”
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