The First Heir

At the front desk, Rose was waving the card as she swept an arrogant glance at Philip before saying, “Help me check if this card can reserve us a private room.”

Everyone was holding their breaths, waiting to watch Philip make a fool of himself.

The girl at the front desk received the card, swiped it, and all of a sudden, her expression looked nervous. She asked, “Miss, is this your card?”

When Rose saw this, she shook her head. Extending her hand with red painted nails, she pointed to Philip, who was being surrounded and laughed tauntingly. “It’s not mine. It’s his.” Haha! What a joke! Philip is going to make a fool of himself, and Wynn would lose all face along with him! This is too great. There’s actually a man who would publicly ridicule himself.

Rose was dying of happiness. She glanced happily over at Wynn who was looking sullen and mocked, “Deputy Manager Johnston, your husband sure is an excellent man.”

Wynn was extremely embarrassed. She shot a vicious glare at Philip, ready to reprimand him when the girl at the front desk suddenly ran out. She then stood respectfully in front of Philip and said very politely, “Sir, you are our restaurant’s platinum member. There is a special room specially reserved for you. Please follow me.”

The mocking snickers around them immediately stopped!

That all happened too suddenly!

Everyone could not regain their sense.

What was happening? A special room…?

Rose was the first to speak, agitated as she pointed at Philip and nagged, “Hey, hey, hey, are you mistaken? He’s your restaurant’s platinum member?”

“Take a closer look. He’s a delivery man. A kept man even! How could he be a platinum member?”

Gavin, too, was dumbstruck. He had prepared a lot of sarcasm, ready to unleash! But this sudden revelation of Philip being a platinum member caught him off guard that he felt a lump stuck in his throat.

Wynn was looking at the female staff, confused, and then turned to look at Philip. Was her husband a platinum member at Virtuous Court? She just heard from Gavin that a regular membership required one million in annual spending. Did that not mean that a platinum membership would cost at least a few million?

The female staff smiled politely and said, “I’m not mistaken. This is a platinum card, and our restaurant has issued only eight pieces where each cardholder has a private room specially reserved for them.”

“Woah!” The crowd gasped. One private room for each cardholder! This was a service fit for a king! Was this… still Wynn’s wretched husband?

“Sir, this is your card. Please follow me,” said the staff respectfully.

Philip took the card then looked at the crowd who was staring wide-eyed and gritting their teeth at him. He explained, “It’s not mine, it belongs to my company’s boss. I’m just here to make a reservation.”

Gavin and Rose let out a sigh of relief. So, it was just a case of jobbery, taking his boss’s card to put on

taunted, “And here I was wondering why,

the room has been reserved, it was a waste not to

first.” Then, without waiting for Wynn to persuade him to stay, Philip had already walked out of Virtuous Court with

felt terrible, she could not resist her colleagues’ urges, and they

did not enjoy this dinner very much because it was only made possible by

had left Virtuous Court. He received a short message from

at it and

but because he was unwilling to inherit

would he tell Wynn about this? Maybe after

a bicycle, Philip

Philip made a right turn, a

rang in his ears, and in an instant, Philip felt a strong breeze beside him as the motorcycle swerved right. Following a crashing sound, the riders and the bike fell into

over to see if the occupants of the

man and a woman climbed up from the grass. The woman’s black skirt had been torn by the tree branches and she looked frightened. The man had his hands on his waist as he bellowed, “Are you trying

you there. Are you guys alright?

this, the man exploded in a fit of rage and started scolding Philip. “This is a Harley-Davidson Sportster Iron 883 Custom! It’s worth two hundred thousand!

thousand. The hundred

have a lot of money? Three hundred thousand?

from the shove. He frowned and said, “You’re the ones running a red light. I’m already kind enough to

wrong for turning right. The rider was just trying to run a red

did you see it

him finally regained her senses. She took off her helmet, looked at Philip, and screeched, “Why

the voice to realize that the girl

atmosphere immediately became

let him off so easily!”

was Jacob Wells, the son of

hesitant, Jacob pointed at Philip’s nose and asked Lynn, “Do you know

cousin brother-in-law, but

to act all pretentious in front of me? Are you tired of living?” Jacob scolded before taunting Philip, saying, “Alright then,

hundred thousand? Hah! Where would useless trash like Philip