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.”

He straightened his suit and said cheekily, “Philip, you have great tolerance. I don’t know how garbage like

gave him a cold smile.

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 where your pathetic mug will end up when that happens!” Aiden laughed out loud before casting Philip a mocking glance. He then turned around to go and cheer

in anger as he watched. “Mr. Clarke, do you want

frowned. “No need. This is my problem. You just have

mob king, Theo Zander, to be this respectful to a plain young man and

then stood in the corner of the

and fellow collectors. That overflowing happiness on the older man’s face made Philip a little worried on the inside.

is really

would be worth at least five

I say it might

admiring the painting as they discussed out