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?

Mr. Clarke. I mentioned him to you

Clank!

beat, and he immediately

tier nouveau riche who had invested two billion

porcelain vase was nothing

Clarke, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know who you were. Why don’t we just disregard the payment for the white and blue porcelain vase? Let’s treat it as a little something from me to you.” The shop owner

thirty million, and I’m not short of money. Give me your account

at Russell and saw the latter nodding. So, he did not decline

and the other two men walked out of the

when she saw Philip unharmed. She asked, “You’re

I be?”

“Please come back to our shop next time, Mr. Clarke. Let me escort

his head and said, “No

said that, they left the

as if he was a ghost. However, an opportunity had finally presented itself, so she asked, “Philip, stop! Tell me honestly, do you

stash

and smiled. “Mom, what are you

“You’re asking me what I’m talking about? The shop owner kept insisting that we pay him thirty million. How is it possible that he

of money, and there was

million

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

fake. Mr. Field was there, so the owner did not want to look into it anymore. I ended up paying only a hundred

come up with such

“A hundred thousand?”

raised her voice. When she heard a hundred thousand, she felt her heart drop. Martha yelled, “You spendthrift! Where did you get the hundred thousand bucks? You’re still saying you don’t have a secret stash of money! Tell me,

had to be

out where he got that hundred thousand bucks