The First Heir

“Mr. Thomas, do you have the wrong person? Look at Philip’s wretched state, he’s just a hopeless case who everyone looks down on…” Paula was unconvinced, so she blurted out.

Not only did she suspect that Theo was a fake, but now, she suspected George was a fake too.

Who were they? Were they blind? How would they have any connections with a penniless fool like Philip?

“Ma’am, please watch your language. No one can insult my little Philip like that.” George’s tone was icy.

Bob shouted as well, “Paula, shut up! One more word and you’re out of here!”

Paula shut her mouth when she saw her father’s angry expression. She was as scared as a bird that was startled by the mere twang of a bow. She did not dare to lift her head anymore.

Martha chuckled deviously. She said weirdly, “Oh, our Phil is the best indeed. He even knows a rich person like you, Mr. Thomas. Unlike some people whose daughter only got a nice husband after sleeping with God knows how many men. And she still dares to show off every day. How cheap.”

Bob was used to the daily bickerings of his two daughters. He spoke up and stopped them.

Paula was trembling with anger. She peered at Philip at the outer courtyard. Her heart was filled with anger and jealousy.

What did Philip do? How could he claim relations with someone like George?

Did he sell his wife?

At the party, it was only natural for people to ask about Philip and George’s relationship.

Before George could say anything, Martha could not wait to show off. She told them Philip had saved George and was George’s savior.

they heard this, everyone sighed

a huge chance

got up and walked to the

eyes followed him. After greeting Philip, George sat down at his

were glued on Philip. Bewilderment, jealousy, envy, and disbelief were among some

was calm. He even started to complain

George, what are you playing?”

and said, “Young Master, didn’t you ask me to

Pfft!

almost spat out his

was even more of a poser than he

Philip, and at

Who was this guy?

he really just a

even started to understand what Philip had said earlier, something about making

just

His hands were trembling,

piece of trash! How is it possible

Yates Manor! A spineless bum like you is not allowed to cause trouble here! I, Eric Yates, am

bring the boys and block the entrance of the village. I want to f*ck someone up! I

Philip. It was obvious that Philip’s table had become the highlight

cast glances at them occasionally. They were

more time here, Wynn started to feel tired. Philip got up and said to George and the rest, “Um, I have to send Wynnie

Mr. Field, Mr. Zander, Mr. Thomas, I’m so sorry. I don’t feel so good, so I’m going to