The First Heir

Philip felt the hair on his skin stand under the scrutiny of the crowd. He then saw Aiden walking over to him with a smirk.

“Philip, try repeating what you’ve said just now. I didn’t hear it clearly.” Aiden looked patronizing. This Philip really likes to speak up wherever he’s not needed. Doesn’t he know his place? To even dare to spout such nonsense. If I, Aiden Grant, can’t settle this, would a piece of trash like him be able to?

Philip pouted. After some thought, he answered honestly, “I said that the matter today would not be as easy as it seems. There might be illegal fund-raising involved in this, so I don’t think a favor from someone would be able to solve it. Hence, I’d like to ask a friend for help. Is there a problem?”

At this, Aiden immediately snorted. “Holy sh*t, you’re really something Philip. You even have friends now? Why? Feel like playing hero today? Sure, why don’t you handle this?”

After Aiden spoke, the older folks around started bombarding insults.

“Martha, what does your son-in-law mean? Does he want to take the lead? He looks so shabby, what can he do? Wouldn’t this just be an embarrassment?”

“This is Martha’s son-in-law, a wretched piece of trash who makes deliveries. What can he do? Stop acting almighty and talking big!”

nowadays really like to dream too far without being realistic. Perhaps he’s feeling

Philip’s face and yelled angrily, “Beat it! There’s

gaze turned cold as a fire burned in his chest. However, he could

tugged on Aiden’s arm apologetically and smiled at him. “Addy, don’t listen to Philip’s nonsense. What does a slacking piece

on. The crowd’s insults and mockery became harsher at this, and that pleased Aiden even more. He was here to show off his capabilities and connections to his future mother-in-law today, so how could he let Philip

chin and stared down at Philip condescendingly. “Didn’t you say you can solve this? Then, you do it. I want to see just what you, Philip Clarke,

he noticed how his mother-in-law was glaring at him like she wanted to swallow him alive, and the dark expressions of all the older folks around as they gritted their teeth, Philip knew that he should not do anything. “I’m sorry,

of me?” It’s so obvious that you’re jealous of me. I, Aiden Grant, am so

quietly in a corner. Why should he waste time talking

the crowd burst

so shabbily

Martha’s son-in-law. Although he’s a piece

even now cozying up to Aiden, chattering happily with him, seemingly closer to him than she was with this son-in-law of hers. Philip went to a corner, and when no one was looking,