The First Heir

The shop owner could no longer take it. He looked at his subordinates and then slapped Martha across the face.

Immediately, Martha, who had been making threatening gestures and endless pesters, fell silent. Her eyes were filled with rage as she stared at Philip.

She did not dare attack the shop owner, so she ran over to Philip and started scratching him shrewishly. She yelled, “How did I get such a useless son-in-law like you? I was slapped and you’re still standing here! You’re just a spineless coward! I’m going to ask Wynn to divorce you!”

Philip felt rather helpless, but he did not want to argue about it with her. Hence, he turned around and said to the shop owner, “I’m sorry. We’ll pay for it. Why don’t we talk inside?”

The shop owner looked at Russell and nodded. “Alright, you’re quite reasonable, kid.”

After that, the few of them went back into the shop.

On the other hand, Martha continued to make a scene outside as she hurled extremely nasty comments, “Philip, if you intend to pay for the case, you should pay for it by yourself! This has nothing to do with me nor my family!”

However, when Martha saw the cold gazes of the two huge men, she became as timid as a mouse. Consequently, she lowered her head and stood in the corner as she glared at everyone in the room fiercely while mumbling curses.

Over on the other side, Philip followed the shop owner into a room located in the shop.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Clarke. It’s all my fault, I’m responsible for this.”

Russell apologized to Philip the moment they got into the room.

The shop owner was shocked by what he heard and asked curiously, “Mr. Field, what are you doing?”

Dang!

What was going on with Mr. Field? Why was he being so respectful toward the young man?

this is Mr. Clarke. I

Clank!

skipped a beat, and he immediately invited Philip to take

tier nouveau riche who had invested

white and blue porcelain vase was nothing to a rich man like

for the white and blue porcelain vase? Let’s treat

of another color. Thirty million is thirty million, and I’m not short of money. Give me your account later, I’ll ask my people

owner looked at Russell and saw the latter nodding.

Philip and the other

shocked when she saw

I be?”

our shop next time, Mr. Clarke.

his head and

said that,

itself, so she asked, “Philip, stop! Tell me honestly, do you have a secret

secret stash

head and smiled. “Mom,

insisting that we pay him

to have a secret stash of money, and there was a chance he had

million

sure that the white and blue porcelain vase was fake. It was a tactic to scam people of

did not want to look into

up with

“A hundred thousand?”

did you get the hundred thousand bucks? You’re still saying you don’t have a secret stash of money! Tell me, where did you get the money from? Do you have a mistress behind

to be having an

had to find out where he got that