The First Heir
Chapter 232

Chapter 232

At the same time, Derrick’s phone rang. He looked at the number and ran to one side politely beforeanswering it. “M-Miss Sommerset, how can I help you?”

“Did Wynn Johnston manage to secure the contract with Turner’s branch?” A cold voice asked.

“Yes, Miss Sommerset. Director Stanley from Turner came here personally and signed it just now.” Theback of Derrick’s head was drenched in sweat; his legs were trembling from fear.

Chloe Sommerset was very difficult to deal with.

As of now, Derrick was the only one who knew that Chloe was the new boss of the company.

He could guess that everything Chloe did was related to Wynn.

It could even be related to Philip.

“Got it.”

Slam!

She hung up the phone.

Derrick started to panic. He did not know what she was thinking.

He calmed himself down before returning to the office. At that time, everyone was still discussing whatto eat in Arc de Triumph that night.

Then, Wynn received a phone call. It was from Eric.

“Hello, Wynn. Where are you? I’m at Riverdale Plaza. Come pick me up.”

Eric’s tone was extremely arrogant, and he was speaking as if he was ordering his servant.

Wynn was surprised. There was a stunned expression on her face as she said coldly, “Eric? Why areyou here?”

Why was Eric there?

“Wynn, I’m here to enjoy myself of course! Why? Don’t you want to entertain me?” Eric was atRiverdale Plaza. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses and chewing on a piece of gum. He looked verystylish in his floral shirt. Nevertheless, he looked wanton and unrestrained at the same time.

He was leaning against a remodeled Benz sport’s car that was red in color and toying with his car keys.He looked cool and flashy. Naturally, he attracted the attention of a few pretty girls that even came toflirt with him.

On one side, there were a few other remodeled sport’s cars as well, namely Mazdas, BMWs, andMitsubishis.

There was an unbridled man standing at the side of each car. Additionally, there were two beautifulwomen who were dressed stylishly next to them.

Their hair was in braids, and they were wearing earrings, nose rings, boots, booty shorts, and croptops.

They were typical hedonistic children of rich parents. The way they dressed made it seem that theywere obviously into cars.

Wynn pondered for a while before saying, “Okay, I’ll pick you up later.”

Eric hung up the phone and looked at the clear blue sky. A smirk appeared on his face.

He snapped his fingers and smiled at his gang. “Showtime.”

They looked at each other and nodded their heads.

After about 15 minutes, Wynn drove to Riverdale Plaza herself.

There were a lot of cars parked at the plaza. However, she did not see Eric.

Just as she was about to call him and ask where he was…

Suddenly!

She heard the rumbling of a motor.

Wynn turned her head and saw a red Benz sport’s car charging at her at a speed of 100 miles per hour.

Eric was sitting in the car, and there was an eerie smile on his face.

At that moment, Wynn was stunned. She stood motionless and watched in a daze as the red Benzsport’s car charged toward her. Moreover, her ears began to buzz from the rumbling of the motor.

Only when the Benz sport’s car was one meter away from Wynn did the car swiftly drift beside her andcircle her. Finally, it stopped with a loud buzz.

Eric pushed open the car door, got out of it, and held it open with his hand on its frame. Then, heremoved his sunglasses with his other hand and said provocatively, “Hey, Wynn, were you scaredstupid?”

Hahaha!

Laughter sounded behind Wynn. Eric’s friends began walking toward Wynn and looking at her fromhead to toe without the slightest scruple.

A few of the men laughed and said shamelessly, “Damn, Eric. Your cousin is hot. Look at her body.”

“Hahaha, this chick is not bad. She’s my type. I can’t wait, Eric. What about a hundred thousand pernight? Would that be okay?” One of the men that had his hair in braids smirked deviously.

Eric shook his head and said, “Slim, you’d have to talk to my cousin about the price. I have no problemif she agrees.”

‘That face is even softer than the face of a celebrity.’

Slap!

Wynn finally came back to her senses out of fear, and she slapped the man that had his hair in braidsheavily across the face. She yelled, “Did your mother never teach you how to speak like a humanbeing?”