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.

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

that, Martha turned around and ran

she did not run now, when would

the floor and then

a friend of mine. The vase is genuine and the price

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

Martha to touch and look at everything the moment she stepped foot into the shop.

power. I wouldn’t lie to you. It is indeed genuine and worth thirty million bucks.

sighed. It was a

explanation? “Bullsh*t! Emperor Yongle? I say it’s fake! Your shop is scamming its customers! I’ve come across too many people like you who sell fake goods! You’ve been

her words, he could no longer endure it,

that his shop sold

could not take such an

to do business in the antique market, owners were

anyone stand being pointed

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

his dark-red enameled pot down and took out his phone. He said, “Let just stop arguing about what happened. I’ll just call the

any longer, so she said to Philip, “Philip, handle this. I’ll… go home first. If you get into any

thing to do was

was what Martha was thinking

However, could she?

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 scamming their customers and lying to them! The blue

could