Chapter 1729
The First Heir
When Sheryl caught up with them, she saw Fennel looking at her maliciously with a wicked sneer at
the corner of his mouth.
This guy actually appeared here!
Sheryl was furious. Stepping on her high heels, she strutted over and raised her hand to slap Fennel
harshly.
Smack!
Unfortunately, this slap fell short.
Sherylâs delicate jade-like hand was grabbed by Fennel in mid-air. With a faint smile at the corner of his
mouth, he said, âLarson, you donât slap someone in the face. We just met and youâre already so angry
at me?â
Sheryl tried to pull her hand away and cursed resentfully, âScumbag! Why are you here?â
Fennel shrugged and let go of Sherylâs wrist He put his arm around Philipâs shoulder and said with a
smile, âIâm here with my buddy. Do you want to interfere in this too?â
Sheryl looked at Philip suspiciously with an odd look in her eyes and asked, âPhilip, do you know this
scumbag?â
Scumbag?
Philip frowned as he looked at Fennel and Sheryl in front of him. It was unlikely these two had
something going on between them, right?
Perhaps Philipâs strange gaze made her uncomfortable, Sheryl kicked Fennel fiercely. Then, she
waved her bag and said, âIâll wait for you at the Bulgari Hotel. If you donât come over and talk to me
tonight, Iâll never forgive you for the rest of my life!â
After saying that, Sheryl swayed her hips and glared at Fennel angrily. She immediately left.
At this point, Philip understood. The corners of his mouth curved into a smirk as he said, âGood for you.
Youâve even dominated Sheryl Larson?â
Fennel pinched his chin and said with a chuckle, âIâm too charming. I canât help it. She was the one who
kept pestering me. Alas, who made me so handsome?â
Philip did not bother to listen. He turned around and hailed a cab. They soon arrived at a bar.
It was already after eight and the bar was very crowded. Many beautiful women were shaking their
bodies, livening up the atmosphere. Their swaying bodies and twisting hips set off the ambiance of the
venue to the extreme.
Fennel and Philip chose a deck After a few drinks, Philip asked, âThe questions I asked you just now, I
need an answer to them.â
Fennel seemed to have expected that Philip would ask about this, or rather, he was already prepared
to tell Philip. After he finished the glass of Ace of Spades, he leaned back on the sofa, pondered for a
while, and said, âWhere should I start?â
While thinking, he suddenly asked, âPhilip, what do you think this world is like?â
Philip frowned and said, âHow else can this world be like? Isnât it just like whatâs in front of you?â
Fennel shook his head and suddenly said, âThis world is not what you see. Although most people see
the same as you, this world actually has another side to it. This is what the Nonagon and the door are
researching. Your current perception was artificially imparted by others. For example, what Iâm drinking
now is called liquor, but the term liquor is what others have told you. Over time, it has subtly changed
your perception.â
Philip frowned and could not quite grasp Fennelâs meaning. He held the glass in his hand and observed
the liquor in the glass. If this was not liquor, could it be something else?
Fennel looked at Philip and said, âWhat Iâm trying to say is that what you know and what most people
know has been taught to you in the classroom. But have you ever thought that what youâve been
exposed to and what youâve learned is only one ten-thousandth of this world? That more of the
knowledge and more of the unknown are not accessible to you? Take, for example, those scientists.
Why are they exposed to things that youâre not exposed to?â
Realization dawned on Philip and he somewhat understood what Fennel was trying to say. With a
frown, he said, âDo you mean to say that what ordinary people know and everything they perceive is
only one ten-thousandth of this world? There are more things that weâre not qualified to know?â
Fennel snapped his fingers and said, âThatâs right.â
âWhy?â Philip asked.
âBalance,â Fennel said, âIf everyone can become a scientist and everyone understands the world
beyond that one ten-thousandth, what will this world become?â