The First Heir

Swoosh!

The door opened to reveal Philip standing there.

Martha’s expression froze. Then, she said curiously, “Aren’t you in jail? How did you get out?”

Philip smiled and said, “Mom, I didn’t break the law, so naturally they let me out.”

At the same time, Wynn heard Philip’s voice and ran out. She hugged Philip and wailed.

Philip consoled her. “It’s alright now. I’m fine. See, I’m here now.”

Everyone sat together in the living room.

Martha and Charles sat on the sofa. Their eyes were piercing and they looked angry. They stared at Philip like they were going to interrogate him.

There was an old man next to Philip. It was George.

Martha started at George, looking annoyed, “Philip, who is this old man? How can you bring strangers into my house?”

Martha did not like this old man’s outfit. He was old and wearing a suit. He was also holding a black hat that she had never seen before. There was a grin on his face.

that he was not an

by the police. He was hanging out with people like

explained calmly, “Mom, he’s my… friend. He’s

them what kind of

sitting opposite her was the richest man in Riverdale and that he was his butler, would Martha go

name is George Thomas. Nice

was famous for being unreasonable and causing a scene. Now that

“George… George Thomas?”

her senses. She looked at the person next to Philip and said in a surprised voice,

know

pressed her lips together. She chuckled coldly. She looked like she was asking for someone to slap

is the richest man

knew

richest man in Riverdale?

as rich as him? Besides, just because his name is George Thomas

understandable that Martha did not know George. She did not care about the business world. She only busied herself

coward

really knew a rich man with a status like that, she would kowtow to him and

jeers. However, he

was frantic. She kept on eying Martha but Martha ignored her. On the contrary, she started making nastier remarks

not, don’t even think about stepping foot in this house again,” Martha said in dissatisfaction. Even her eye bags were filled with frigid irony