Chapter 517

“Perry! Don’t be rude!”

At this moment, a distinguished old man with a slightly tired look got down from a Rolls-Royce not too

far away. He was followed by a large group of attractively dressed men and women.

“Grandpa, just look at this country bumpkin! Isn’t he just blocking your way by standing here?”

The arrogant man immediately became respectful, supporting the old man while glaring at Philip.

Philip was peeved. Who did he provoke by standing there?

Did your family build the damn road?

“Nonsense! How did I teach you? When you’re outside, you must convince people with reason and

never judge people by appearance! Apologize now!” the old man said sternly and knocked his walking

cane on the ground.

“Grandpa… I’m just…” The face of the arrogant man immediately turned awkward.

“Go now!” The old man repeated sternly.

That guy seemed to be afraid of his grandfather. After hesitating for a while, he twisted his head toward

Philip with an expression of dissatisfaction and resentment. He gritted his teeth and said, “I’m sorry for

offending you just now.”

After speaking, that guy stood on one side without turning back, crossed his arms, and scrutinized

Philip from top to bottom with hostility.

“Young man, my name is Terence Cannes, and this is my grandson Perry Cannes. It’s all my fault for

his lax tutoring. We’ve embarrassed ourselves. If there’s anything wrong, please tell me and I’ll make

him visit you to apologize another day,” Master Cannes walked over and said with a smile.

Philip shook his head quickly and said, “It’s fine, don’t worry. He’s just a young man with a fiery temper.

It’s okay.”

“Hah, drop the pretenses already. As if you’re much older than me…”

The arrogant man snorted in a low voice only to be frightened with a glare from the old man. He quickly

lowered his head.

Philip smiled nonchalantly and said nothing.

Perry glared bitterly at Philip and memorized this person before following the rest of the adults into

Drunken Immortal Court.

“I know Perry Cannes. He’s the young master of the Cannes family from Golden City. He has a lousy

temper. That old man is Terence Cannes, the head of the Cannes family of Golden City.”

Philip simply shrugged and did not think too much about it.

There were loads of families around. A Cannes family was nothing to worry about.

“Mel!”

At this time, a beautifully dressed woman walked toward them.

With a long black dress, shoulder-length wavy hair, delicate features, fair skin, and an outstanding

poise, she belonged to the photogenic category of goddesses.

Her straight and slim calves were well-proportioned. Her figure was tall and slender. She was a fully

grown beauty and not at all inferior to Melody in terms of appearance and temperament!

“Cynthia!”

Melody hugged the woman like a little girl.

“It’s been a long time since I last saw you. You’ve grown bigger again.”

The woman rubbed Melody’s hair fondly, a soft smile on her face.

“He is?”

She suddenly noticed Philip who was standing next to them and asked curiously.

“He is… He’s my boyfriend…” Melody quickly grabbed Philip’s arm and introduced him.

She was afraid that Philip might let the cat out of the bag, so she deliberately glared and winked at him.

Philip was not an idiot. He naturally understood what she meant and nodded helplessly in response.

“Boyfriend?”

The woman was obviously startled. After scrutinizing Philip for a moment, she stretched out her smooth

milky-white hand and said with a faint smile, “Hello, I’m Cynthia Larson, Melody’s best friend.”

“Philip Clarke.” Philip stretched out and shook her little hand but quickly let go.

Wow, so soft, so smooth!

“Mel, when did you get a boyfriend? Why don’t I know about it?” Cynthia looked at Melody and teased.

“Oh, I didn’t get the chance to tell you before. Anyway, you’ve met him now, it’s not too late.”

Melody let go of Philip’s arm, hugged Cynthia’s arm, and said coquettishly.

“Oh yes, do you know who Cynthia is?”

Melody suddenly looked at Philip, raised her eyebrows, and asked proudly.

Philip shrugged and said with a grin, “I don’t.”

An important figure?