The First Heir

Philip frowned at Aiden. The latter glared furiously at him and smirked. “You’re even late at the simple request of delivering a painting. Aren’t you just blatantly disrespecting Uncle Johnston?”

Slap! Charles had come over with an infuriated expression and slapped Philip hard across the face. He bellowed in anger, “Why do I have such a useless son-in-law like you? You’re an embarrassment!”

This sudden slap stunned everyone inside the exhibition hall. However, there was not a trace of sympathy on these people’s faces. Instead, it was filled with mockery.

Watching Charles hit Philip in front of so many people made Aiden ecstatic. Great slap! Trash like this should get slapped more often.

A biting chill flashed in Philip’s eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. Lowering his head, Philip said, “I’m sorry, Dad. I was a little delayed on the way.”

“Hmph!” Charles let out a cold snort. He took the painting, composed his emotions, then turned around smilingly to walk away. “Come, come, here’s the authentic painting by Tang Bohu, the Companionship at the Spring Mountains.”

his suit and said cheekily, “Philip, you have great

gave him a cold smile. “That has nothing to do with

“Unwilling to give up? Why don’t you look in a mirror? Uncle Johnston hates you. If I put in just a little more effort, you’ll soon be kicked out of the Johnston house. By then, you’ll only be a stray dog. I want to see just

anger as he watched. “Mr. Clarke, do you want me to teach that brat a lesson for you?” Theo came over

head and frowned. “No need. This is my problem.

The mob king, Theo Zander, to be this respectful to a plain

deep breath then stood in the corner of the exhibition

the older man’s face made Philip a little worried on the inside. Would his father-in-law really force Wynn to divorce him? Just how should

really great! It’s

away, it would be worth at least five

say it might even be worth ten

the painting