The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 709

Cynthia had appeared behind Philip without him realizing it.

Her voice was so sweet that a man would die from hearing it.

As soon as Philip turned his head, he saw the glamorous iceberg beauty with her arms crossed. She was looking at him with a half-smile.

She was gorgeous!

Especially in such a bar under the illumination of the colorful lights, Cynthia was cast under a mesmerizing mood.

“I’m a married man. How can I act so casually?”

Philip flicked a glance in the direction of the woman who just left and spoke to Cynthia again, “If it’s someone like you, I might reconsider.”

It was empty talk. He just wanted to figure out what Cynthia was up to.

She had just asked him out before, and she made another appointment again.

It seemed that the Larson family was really eager for this cooperation and to reenter the domestic market.

“Wishful thinking.”

Cynthia patted Philip’s shoulder, sat down next to him, and took a sip from the wine glass on the table. She did not seem to mind that Philip had already drunk from it.

“Sister, you don’t mind that I’ve already drunk from it?” Philip mumbled.

“I don’t mind, so why should a man like you be so concerned?”

Cynthia glanced at Philip disdainfully.

Philip shrugged, leaned back on the sofa, and asked, “You opened this bar?”

She nodded and said, “I opened it two years ago. What do you think? Business isn’t too bad, huh?”

Philip nodded appreciatively and said, “It’s not bad, but who on earth thought of this tacky name?”

“Shut up!” She glared at Philip.

He quickly changed the subject and asked, “So, what’s up? You’re not just asking me here for a drink, right?”

“I can’t look for you without a reason?” Cynthia squinted at Philip with a smile.

He was unperturbed. He looked at the swaying men and women in the bar, especially the girls on the dancing poles in the middle of the dance floor, and suddenly turned around to ask, “Do you dance?”

Cynthia glanced at Philip and asked instead, “Do you want to see me dance?”

“I do.”

He grinned broadly and said, “Cynthia Larson, the hotel goddess of Riverdale, can pole dance. If she performs for me, a kept man, I can brag about it forever.”