The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 320

“Philip, this is the last time I’m warning you to leave Wynn. If not, I’ll let you spend the rest of your life in a bed!”

Joel walked in front of Philip and threatened him. His eyes were icy.

Philip was suppressing the fire in his heart. He glared at Joel’s back. He would teach him a lesson sooner or later!

The hall manager looked at Philip up and down. There was contempt in his eyes. He asked coldly, “Are you really here to eat?”

Philip did not explain himself. He took out his phone and called Javier Morris. Then, the hall manager became as timid as a mouse after Javier talked to him through the phone. He led Philip to the elevator respectfully.

“Mr. Clarke, I’m sorry. I was acting like a snob. Please don’t take this to heart.” The hall manager apologized profusely.

Philip ignored him and took the elevator upstairs.

After the door of the elevator was closed, the hall manager let out a heavy sigh of relief. He had almost gotten himself in trouble. That man even knew his boss.

He almost got himself into a huge mess!

When he was on the top floor, Philip felt a urinary urgency, so he ran to the male restroom. In the end, he ran straight into a beautiful woman who was coming out of the female restroom.

She smelled amazing. The woman with the gorgeous body almost flew backward after Philip crashed into her.

That woman staggered for a while and started yelling, “Who are you? Do you not have eyes?”

After she finished yelling, she lifted her head to glare at Philip. She pushed him away and walked away with her high heels clicking on the floor.

Philip was astonished. That woman was extremely good-looking. She had nicely defined features, and her eyes were huge. She only had a little makeup on. She looked about 24 or 25 years old. Her skin was amazing, and she was radiating a feminine charm all over her body.

“Where did he come from? Why is he in the toilet of Virtuous Court?” the woman muttered unhappily.

She turned around and saw Philip who looked like an ordinary man. He was also staring brazenly at her chest.

He must be a pervert and a rascal!

Philip was looking at her, memorizing that scent before going into the restroom.

The woman quickly walked back to the private room. She opened the door and seven to eight middle-aged men were already sitting inside. They were in a heated discussion about something.

When the woman walked in, one of the middle-aged men with glasses smiled and said, “Miss Miller, you’re late.”

When the woman entered the room, everyone’s eyes were on her. Their eyes were glued on her long legs and heavy bosoms.