The First Heir
Chapter 659

Chapter 659

Riverdale, First Palace villa.

Today, Wynn was dressed very tastefully, wearing a backless black dress while having on delicatemakeup.

She looked at herself in the mirror while Anne behind her grinned broadly and said, “Wynn, you’re sobeautiful. Such poise.”

Wynn smiled, turned around, picked her handbag decisively, and said, “Let’s go.”

Today was the day of the press conference held by Beacon, which Wynn had been preparing for thewhole day.

Ever since Philip left Riverdale yesterday, Wynn had been busy preparing for it.

As she trusted Philip, the press conference today was particularly well prepared and grand.

As for what was going to happen, Wynn had found out from Howard. This press conference was heldto announce that Beacon would set up a new board of directors and that new investors would bejoining the board.

In other words, Beacon would get rid of the previous board of directors and become truly independentas Wynn’s own company.

Howard had also been busy all day because of this.

This was a task that Philip had given him.

At the door, Howard was already waiting in his Mercedes-Benz with his girlfriend, Hayley Jorge, in thecar.

Watching Wynn step out, Martha, who was sitting in the living room, could be said to have been holdingback for many days.

These days, she finally controlled herself. She did not cause trouble or do anything. Every day, she justspent time watching TV or visiting her friends.

This time, as Wynn was going out, Martha asked, “Wynnie, where are you going?”

Wynn was not concerned. She hugged Mila and said casually, “The company is holding a pressconference and I’m hosting it.”

Martha was perplexed. A press conference?

“What press conference? Is this about the three billion investment?”

Talking about money, Martha’s eyes were full of dollar signs. She was so excited that she could notwait to run to the press conference.

Wynn explained. “Probably. Philip said his friend has returned.”

Mamma Mia!

Martha was ecstatic. Philip’s friend was such a big tycoon who could invest three billion just like that.

She began to conjure little plans again.

It would be brilliant if this person could be invited home.

That guy Philip actually had such a great friend. It seemed that brat was really not simple.

Yes, she must treat him better in the future.

“Okay, Mom, I have to go now,” Wynn said, waving at Mila before she left.

Martha remained in the living room for a while, feeling more uneasy the more she thought about it.Then, she got up, walked to the bedroom, put on new clothes, and went out with a bag.

“Aunt Martha, where are you going? Will you be back for dinner?” Anne asked casually since shewould be cooking.

“I won’t be back. Take good care of the house. If I come back and see a little dust in the house, I’ll beatyou to death!”

Martha disliked Anne, much less Mila who was always around her.

However, after that night, she controlled herself and dared not do anything to Mila again.

The time was not ripe.

As Giada had mentioned, when necessary, even the small one would do.

After she went out, Martha visited her old friends to show off different kinds of things and even braggedthat she would bring everyone to the press conference tonight.

Would anyone dare to stop her from attending the press conference organized by her daughter’scompany?

Wynn and Howard arrived at the press conference site. It was arranged in an orderly manner andseemed quite distinguished. The venue was at the Shangri-La Hotel.

Cynthia Larson was responsible for the setup.

“Miss Johnston, it has been a long time. You still look gorgeous as always.”

Cynthia walked forward with a smile. She was dressed in a red evening gown, looking very enchantingand sexy.

As expected of the walking signboard of Shangri-La Hotel, Cynthia was the only person present whocould compete with Wynn.

“Miss Larson, you’re too kind,” Wynn responded courteously.

Two goddess-level figures standing together would naturally attract the gazes and attention of manypeople.

The media present were especially excited and took pictures continuously. This was big news.

Very soon in the evening, there was only half an hour before the press conference would begin.

At the entrance of Shangri-La Hotel on the red-carpet avenue, well-known entrepreneurs fromRiverdale arrived one after another.

All kinds of luxury cars stopped at the door one by one.

Wynn led the company’s senior officials and stood in the lobby, welcoming the dignitaries.

“The Michaels family of Golden City, Blake Michaels, chairman of Michaels Corp, and his son HoustonMichaels have arrived!”

Following the announcement of the waiter, Wynn, who was standing in the hall, saw two people walkingslowly through the door.

It was none other than Blake Michaels and his son, Houston Michaels.

Blake’s face was ruddy while his lips were curled at the corners with a confident smile. He shook handswith Wynn and said, “Congratulations, Madam Johnston. I heard you’ve found new investors. This is

making Beacon an independent entity and creating a whole new world indeed.”

His words were full of sarcasm.