The First Heir
Chapter 1932

Chapter 1932

Hearing this, Charles and Martha fell silent. Martha kept tugging at Charles’ sleeve and making eyes at him.

Charles thought for a moment and asked, “How did you find out?”

Philip replied, “Martin Johnston wanted to threaten me and Wynn with the Lovelace family’s incident to take over Beacon Group. I dealt with him and found out about this secret. At present, no one else knows except for them, you two, and me.”

Charles breathed a sigh of relief at this, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said with a nod, “Good, it’s good that she doesn’t know. If Wynnie finds out that we’re not her biological parents, then…”

Charles did not continue further. After all, they naturally had feelings for a daughter they had raised for more than 20 years.

Philip nodded in agreement, looked coldly at Martha who was hesitating to say something, and said, “Dad, I called you over just to tell you that this matter must not be made known to Wynn. Since you chose to keep such a secret, keep it till the end and bring it with you to the grave. I’ll deal with the rest.”

Charles nodded and replied, “Yes, I know, but Wynn is now in desperate need of that golden blood. Neither I nor Martha has it. We… ”

Philip shook his head and said, “I’ll think of a way.” With that said, he turned to leave.

Martha suddenly asked, “Philip, did you just say that you’ll spend one billion as a reward for that golden blood? Where did you get so much money?”

Hearing that, Charles glared at her and said, “What do you want to do?”

Martha muttered, “I‘m not doing anything. I just want to know if he has the money to pay up. If it’s a hoax, our daughter will end up suffering.”

Philip did not say anything and left without turning back.

Charles quickly followed but Martha stayed behind alone. After hesitating for a long time, she finally ran to the toilet, took out her mobile phone from her bag, dialed a number, and said sneakily, “Wynn has given birth prematurely but she’s now bleeding heavily and needs a blood transfusion. Who among you has that golden blood?”

On the other end of the phone, a cold female voice asked suspiciously, “Premature birth and heavy bleeding? And golden blood on the top of that?”

At the same time, in a five-star luxury suite in Uppercreek.

A handsome man was lying lazily on the sofa at the moment, fidgeting with a Desert Eagle in his hand. He turned it with his fingers non-stop. He had well-defined eyebrows, a high-spirited demeanor, and eyes like a cold blade.

Next to him was a tall woman wearing a black tight-fitting dress. Her straight and slender legs were clamped closely together as she stood in front of the large French window. She had one arm over her chest while the other was holding a phone.

Her long brown hair was tied into a high ponytail, revealing her extremely attractive figure with perfect S-shaped curves. She had delicate features. Under her long eyelashes, a pair of big eyes as bright and charming as jewels was filled with a look of surprise.

Beneath her high nose was a pair of fiery red lips. She gently said, “Okay, I understand. I’ll deal with it.”

With that said, the woman furrowed her shapely eyebrows, turned to the handsome man lying on the sofa next to her, and said, “Shane, something has happened to Wynn. She gave birth prematurely and is hemorrhaging now. She needs golden blood.”

Shane Lovelace stretched languidly and sat up on the sofa. He craned his neck a few times and pushed the Desert Eagle behind his waist. Then, he stood up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said calmly, “I’ll go…”