The First Heir

Thirty million bucks?

Philip felt helpless.

He knew something would happen, but he was not expecting Martha to get herself into such big trouble.

“Alright, mom. I’ll be there immediately. Please wait for me.” After Philip said that, he hung up the phone and dashed to the scene.

When Philip arrived at the scene, he noticed that they were at a hundred-year-old shop. There was a crowd at the entrance. Some of the people there were waiting in line, trying to sell their old items while some of them were only there for the drama. Nonetheless, their heads could be seen bobbing up and down.

There was an argument taking place in the shop, and Philip could hear Martha’s shrieks from outside the place.

When Philip entered the shop, he saw Martha accusing the shop owner of bullying his customers. She was talking so fast her saliva was flying all over the place. Additionally, she was accusing the owner of selling fake antiques and scamming people of their money. “I’m not paying! Why should I? What kind of blue and white porcelain vase is this? It’s fake! You just want to scam a woman like me who doesn’t know anything. I’m going to call the cops on you! What you’re doing is extortion and blackmail!”

Martha was fuming. It was just a porcelain vase. How dare he ask her to pay thirty million bucks?

He had to be bullying her because she did not know anything. He only wanted to scam her.

However, Martha was feeling rather guilty as well. It was the man’s shop and behind the owner were two muscular and tattooed men.

If Russell had not stopped them, Martha would not have had any say as well.

“Mom, what happened?” Philip squeezed through the crowd and asked curiously.

he had taken so long to come. Within that period of time, she had been criticized by the people around them. She yelled, “What took you so long? Never mind. Look, this is the tiny vase I accidentally knocked over. They want me to pay thirty million for it, but I don’t care. You stay here and take care of this for me. I think it only has a value of a few hundred bucks.

saying that, Martha turned around and

did not run now, when would she get the

the floor and then at Russell. He asked, “Mr. Field, is it

The shop owner is a friend of mine. The vase is genuine and the price is just. It is

well. It was the shop’s showcased item, and the shop owner was a friend of

pick an item. He had not expected Martha to touch and look at everything the moment she stepped

enameled pot, took a sip, and said, “My friend, the blue and white porcelain vase is from the year when Emperor Yongle was in power. I wouldn’t lie

sighed. It was a

after hearing such an explanation? “Bullsh*t! Emperor Yongle? I say it’s fake! Your shop is scamming its customers!

her words, he could no longer endure

that his shop sold fake

could not take

order to do business in the antique market, owners were required to follow

could anyone stand being pointed and yelled at by this

My shop is a hundred years old! We value trust in our industry. I’ve never sold fake goods before. If you

placed his dark-red enameled pot down and took out his phone. He said, “Let just stop

was going to call the cops, she started to panic. She knew she could not stay there any longer, so she said to Philip,

to do was to run

Martha was thinking at the

However, could she?

fear after she saw their muscles and terrifying expressions. Then, she started bawling and shouting, “Everyone, look! They’re going to hit me! They’re going to hit me! This is daylight robbery! They’re

could