Chapter 1696
The First Heir
Joy jumped in delight and quickly told the front counter where to deliver the goods.
Due to the large purchase, combined with the fact that Rowan Holmes wanted to befriend Philip and
leave Philip with a good impression of him, he ensured that everything bought today would be delivered
right to their doorsteps.
This was really fortunate. Otherwise, even though Philip practiced martial arts, he would not be able to
handle two women and a shopâs worth of clothes.
âMr. Clarke, are you a member of the branch or main Clarke family?â
While the two women were happily divvying up the clothes in front, Rowan poured Philip a cup of tea in
the general managerâs office next door.
Philip took a sip of tea and said, âThis is good tea.â Then, he continued to drink.
Rowan was a little embarrassed and wanted to continue asking when Philip spoke up.
âMr. Holmes.â Philip put the cup of tea in his hand on the table and said lightly, âYouâre a good person
and Iâm willing to get to know you, but there are some things that shouldnât be asked. These things are
also better not asked about to avoid getting burnt. In other words, donât jump into the fire pit. Isnât that
right?â
Rowan slapped his forehead and said, âYes, of course, Iâm being careless. Here, please have more
tea.â
Philip smiled and continued drinking tea.
After that, Rowan said, âMr. Clarke, my brotherâs name is Alan Holmes and heâs quite reputable in
Uppercreek. Iâd like to invite you for dinner and introduce my brother to you. Iwonder when will be a
convenient time for you?â
Philip was silent for a while and asked, âAlan Holmes is your brother?â
Rowan quickly nodded and said, âYes, Iâm Alanâs younger brother. Do you know him?â
Philip shook his head and said, âNo, but Iâve heard Victor Bell talking about him. Heâs one of the three
lords of Uppercreek, known as Master Alan.â
Hearing that, Rowan shuddered. It turned out he knew Master Bell!
It was fortunate for Rowan. If he had made the mistake of going along with Henleyâ s snobbery just
now, things might have ended up in a bloody storm.
âI didnât expect you to know Master Bell. Itâs my ignorance and blunder,â Rowan said politely.
Philip chuckled. When everything was almost done, be accompanied Wynn back.
After they arrived at the hotel and settled down, someone came in and reported, âMr. Clarke, someone
is downstairs looking for you.â
Philip raised his eyebrows and asked, âWho is it?â
The person replied, âI donât know. She said you know her. Her last name is Larson.â
Larson?
Sheryl Larson?
How did she know he was here?
Philip arrived at the lobby and saw Sheryl sitting on the sofa in the lounge area.
She wore a long black dress, a beach hat with black lace, and her hands were wrapped in black
hollow-out lace gloves. She sat with her long and slender legs crossed, while her rosy lips were on the
rim of a cup of coffee. She was poised, dignified, and elegant, yet creating a distance between her and
others at the same time.
No man would dislike such a woman. She was mature yet charming, sexy with a hint of nobility.
âWhy are you looking for me?â Philip approached her and sat down opposite her.