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?

“Tom, this is Mr. Clarke. I mentioned him to

Clank!

and he

was the top tier nouveau riche who had invested two billion bucks

vase was nothing to a rich

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

and said, “No, that’s a horse 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 to transfer the

the

minutes, Philip and the other two men walked

when she saw Philip

wouldn’t I

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

shook his head and said, “No

that, they

looked at Philip as if he was a ghost. However, an opportunity had finally presented itself, so she asked, “Philip, stop! Tell

secret stash of

shook his head and smiled. “Mom, what are you talking

about? The shop owner kept insisting that we pay him thirty million. How is it possible that he let you go

money, and there was a chance he

thirty million

blue porcelain vase was

the vase was fake. Mr. Field was there, so the owner did not

up

“A hundred thousand?”

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, where did you get the money from? Do you have

to be

find out where he got