The two of them left the hospital and drove for half an hour before they came to a quiet alley. In the city of Riverdale today, such
an alley was no longer found. At the end of this alley, there was an attic of an ancient building. The first and second floors were
built with the design of tropical gardens. The car stopped at the door and Philip looked at the building carefully. He rarely came to
such a place and found it quite unusual. “This small building must be worth at least hundreds of millions, right?” Philip was
puzzled. “Why’d you bring me here?” Wynn straightened her clothes and hair, smiled, and said, “It belongs to my best friend.
She’s a stylist and just returned from abroad. Her skills are very good and people usually have to make an appointment with her.
I brought you here today to get some styling done.” Best friend? He thought her best friends were those few he had already met.
“Me?” Philip looked at his clothes. Uh, they were really old fashioned. Wynn was a regular here. She led Philip out of the car,
passed through the gate, and entered the yard. Just a few steps in, a goddess wearing a white low-cut V-neck greeted her from
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtinside. “Wynnie, I didn’t expect you to be here so early!” Philip looked at the woman walking over briskly.
She had a special seductive charm around her. He looked at Wynn again, and she looked like she was basking in a sea of
happiness! The white shirt was loose, highlighting her full figure. The woman also had a pair of slender arms and a sweet smile,
making her look graceful and sexy! She was walking hormones! Philip took one glance. The proportions of this woman's figure
were perfect, and the upper circumference was in sharp contrast with the small waist that could be gripped with one hand!
Moreover, she was unperturbed about showing her figure in front of others, looking generous and confident. It was said that men
needed to be ambitious, so why not women? With such a figure, she would have no worries for the rest of her life! That woman
seemed very mature. She ran over with a smile, grabbed Wynn's little hand, and said, “Wynnie, why didn’t you tell me before you
came?” “Wynnie, this is?” The woman noticed Philip and a glint flashed through her eyes. “Philip Clarke, my husband. He’ll be
attending the party with me tonight.” Wynn briefly introduced, saying, “Philip, this is Rachel Clarke, the owner of this studio and
my best friend. She’s just returned from abroad. I don’t think I’ve mentioned her to you before.” “Looks like we share the same
last name.” Philip’s gaze swept across the face of this beautiful woman named Rachel Clarke. There was a smile in his eyes.
“Hello, I’m Rachel Clarke.” The beautiful woman politely stretched out her small white hand. The
surprised expression in her eyes had subsided, and she said with a smile, “It’s such a coincidence that
we’re both Clarkes.”
Rachel felt contempt in her heart. She had heard that Wynn’s husband was a kept man. However,
looking at him now, he was not only useless but also shady. As a result, she was acting quite haughty
now. Her eyes were full of disdain. Despite that, Rachel handled it quite well and did not show it
blatantly. “Haha, it should be my honor to share the same last name as a noble and elegant beauty like
you.” Philip laughed aloud. When Rachel heard that, her mouth curled at the corners and her eyes
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmtwinkled. This woman was very beautiful when she smiled and not inferior to Wynn in any way. There
was a fascinating charm that made people’s hearts pound unconsciously. “Come on, follow me,”
Rachel said mildly. She wondered why Wynn chose to marry this bum. Philip looked at the luxury cars
parked in the yard as well as the peacocks and tigers in the cages. He said with envy,
“Rachel, I really didn’t expect you to keep these animals. They must be expensive. These cars also cost a bomb, right?” Wynn
turned to look at Philip strangely and winked at him, but the latter seemed like he did not notice it. What was wrong with her
husband? He was so talkative. As the owner of a renowned styling studio, Rachel’s annual income was quite substantial. Many
of her customers were big bosses of listed companies who came here from other places. Those who came here were either rich
or noble, so they were naturally not short of money. Therefore, for Rachel, money was just a number, and talking about money
was a bit tacky. Rachel looked at Philip in amazement with a trace of contempt at the corner of her eyes. She brushed her wavy
hair with her fingers and said, “It’s not as exaggerated as you think. Although I’m not as wealthy as you guys, I can still survive.”
Philip was stunned and asked, “Wealthy? Are you talking about me?” Interesting. Did this woman recognize him?