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.

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

that, Martha turned around and

run now, when would she get the chance to

the floor and then

it’s a genuine blue and white porcelain vase. The shop owner is a friend of mine. The vase is genuine and the price is

well. It was the shop’s showcased item, and the

look at everything the moment she stepped foot into the shop. Additionally, Russel had never imagined that Martha would knock over

tea from his dark-red 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 to you.

sighed. It was a huge price to

fake! Your shop is scamming its customers! I’ve come across too many people like you who sell fake goods! You’ve been poor for far

heard her words, he could no longer

say that his

take

antique market, owners were required to follow a

pointed and yelled

trust in our industry. I’ve never sold fake goods before.

and took out his phone. He said, “Let just stop arguing about what happened. I’ll just call the cops

to panic. She knew she could not stay there any longer, so she

do was to

what Martha was thinking at the

However, could she?

to the ground in fear after she saw their muscles and terrifying expressions. Then, she started bawling and shouting, “Everyone, look! They’re going to hit

could