The First Heir

Sigh! His wife was just too beautiful that so many people were trying to court her. It gave Philip a headache.

“Hey, Aiden’s here! Come, come, come and sit beside your Uncle Johnston.” Martha was clearly enthusiastic as she welcomed him. “Why did you have to bring gifts? You’re just too kind. Just your presence would have been enough!”

“It’s Uncle Johnston’s birthday, after all.” Aiden smiled and walked over to sit beside Charles.

At this, the crowd started shooting mocking looks at Philip. This son-in-law of the Johnston family was just too wretched. Even an outsider could sit beside Charles Johnston, but as a son-in-law, he had to sit closest to the door. This difference in treatment was just too obvious.

Martha was smiling with her eyes as she looked at Aiden like she was looking at her future son-in-law. “It’s thanks to Aiden reserving this private room that we get to dine here at Virtuous Court today.”

The crowd then looked at Aiden in adoration. To be able to reserve a private room at Virtuous Court was a member’s only privilege. And that membership required a minimum spending of one million annually! He was truly a wealthy man!

Aiden quickly waved his hand. Although he sounded modest, he could not conceal the pleased look on his face. “Oh, it’s nothing. It’s no trouble at all. Our company just earned a little more, and it is really thanks to my father that I have managed to book this room.”

He was blatantly just showing off this wealth and family background. However, no one would expose him. Instead, they ardently complimented him.

“Aiden is a competent young man.”

“Whoever gets him as a son-in-law must have great karma.”

Aiden was immediately shown great respect and admiration. Philip, who had been sitting quietly in a corner, was instead looked down upon. They were both men, but the differences were too great.

“The way I see it, if Wynn had married Aiden back then, she would’ve been a rich wife by now.”

No one knew who had said this deliberately, but the family members were now taking great pleasure in mocking Philip.

“Look at his wretched appearance, how vexing.”

“A good-for-nothing that only knows how to make deliveries!”

“I heard his daughter is a medicine junkie. She has congenital heart disease and can’t be cured.”

but he did not say anything. He had already gotten used

did not have it any better. Her face was burning as she sat beside her husband. She stomped furiously on Philip’s foot under the table and

by everyone, Philip could actually still sit there like he was fishing. His expression looked calm. Seeing as Philip

a vacancy in my company. Why don’t you come over and help out? I should be able to give you six

I told you that I’m the heir to the world’s

a lost cause,” scolded Martha before turning to look at Aiden with bright eyes. “Aiden,

“Aunty, you can relax, it’s been taken care of. Uncle Johnston’s

fuming earlier, immediately perked up at this. He smiled, “Little Addy, thank you

he could. His eyes then shifted longingly to Wynn. He had liked this girl for the longest time, but she had actually gone and married a piece of trash! Wynn Johnston, I

found easily anywhere, and others can’t even begin to compare.” Martha was extremely pleased with Aiden. The man was from a wealthy family, had a business of

then shot a

so she could only

however, could not care less. They could just say whatever

Collecting ancient artifacts and paintings was a norm in their little circle. However, to be able to build one’s own collection gallery was a grand

Aiden increased. At the same time, he looked down on Philip even more. He wondered why

something and ran outside. He came back with a long gift box in his hand and said to Charles, sounding

the room perked their heads up, curious about

being able to start his own collection gallery, and now

While Charles seemed to be refusing the offer on the surface, he

he said, “It’s the painting from China’s famous Tang Bohu. I’ve spent a lot of effort to buy it from a friend to give it

be eating at a time like this.

Companionship on the Spring Mountains? That was the same painting that Russell Field had given him. But, Philip believed that as a famous collector in the country, Russell would not have given him a fake, so he did not plan to say anything but only push his

Philip’s movements and asked with a frown, “What’s

his

by Tang Bohu, but only this piece, had had a lot of counterfeits on the market. It was said that this painting was bought over by a great collector within the country at a high price! The amount had easily started at around

an empty table,

around him and started examining it as

Tsk! Tsk! How extraordinary!