The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 702

"What are you thinking?" Cynthia said while smiling alluringly. She turned and went in while swaying her full figure.

Philip stood awkwardly behind the door before pretending to cough a few times and followed.

Cynthia tilted her head and wiped her wet hair with a towel as she walked. She said, "Come here and have a seat. Why are you so nervous?"

Her voice was sweet and soft with a tinge of coyness in her tone. Philip's body went taut when he heard it.

Following Cynthia, Philip sat down on the sofa in the living room of the suite.

She walked to the coffee table and asked with a smile, "Tea or coffee? Or do you prefer red wine instead?"

Wow, Cynthia was acting strange tonight!

Philip frowned as he looked at her, wondering what tricks this woman had up her sleeves.

With that thought in his mind, Philip shook his head and said, "Cynthia, why are you doing this in the middle of the night? Let's just discuss business if there's anything to discuss. I still have to go home after this. Besides, if my wife replaces out about this, I might get into trouble later."

There was a hint of vexation on her face. "Philip, are you in such a hurry to leave? Don't you notice something different about me?"

Cynthia's pitiful look was very distressing.

Little minx!

Philip was speechless. He decided to forgo his composure, pinched his chin, and glanced at Cynthia. After a moment, he said, "I did notice. Your figure has become better."

Huh?

Scoundrel!

Cynthia flushed red and rolled her eyes at Philip.

Moreover, the atmosphere in the room slowly became awkward. Cynthia could not withstand it, so she poured two glasses of red wine and walked lightly to Philip. Then, she sat down directly next to him! The two sat together, shoulder to shoulder. They were no more than ten centimeters apart!

Philip could even smell the fragrance wafting from Cynthia. This was a huge problem!

"Here, cheers." Cynthia held the wine glass and handed it to Philip.

Philip took a sip, and the moment he put down the glass, he saw Cynthia drinking. That sight was very beautiful.

Wow, this woman was tempting him to the point of no return!

Philip turned his head away quickly, suppressing the heat in his heart. He laughed as he said, "Cynthia Larson, what exactly are you doing? We don't need to discuss in this manner, right?" Cynthia's eyes were dim with a hint of frustration.

She came here with the sole purpose to entice Philip. She had suddenly received instructions from her grandfather to try and bring Philip over to their side at all costs, including letting Cynthia meet all of Philip's requirements.

That was why Cynthia tried the beauty entrapment method to see if she could get him on her own.

However, the opponent's self-discipline was obviously extraordinary!

Cynthia put down the wine glass and said in dissatisfaction, "Aren't you interested at all?"

Philip frowned slightly, a little confused at her behavior. She was acting unlike the Cynthia he knew before. He could not help but feel she was a little weird tonight. "What the hell are you doing?" Philip asked.

Although she was trembling, she still remained very calm. She stood up suddenly from Philip's side and sat down on the next seat. "Why don't we make a deal?" "What deal?" Philip asked.

"Send me all the research data on Beacon's new drug and I'll take you to the Larson family in Fernvale," Cynthia said while observing Philip's reaction carefully.

Philip crossed his arms, looked at Cynthia calmly, and asked instead, "Do you think your conditions are enough?"

Shaking her head, she said, "Of course not, but I think you won't refuse the other condition."

"Oh?" Philip showed a curious expression.

"What do you think of me?" Cynthia put on a seductive posture and revealed a tantalizing look in her eyes.

He pinched his chin and said with certainty, "Big chest, long legs, and thin waist. You're a very beautiful woman. I really think I can't refuse."

Cynthia laughed and said, "You wish."

After that, she got up, put on her coat, and sat back on the sofa. Only then did she restore her previous expression and said hesitantly, "Actually, I don't know if I should tell you this, but I feel very uncomfortable keeping it to myself."