The First Heir

Philip frowned at Aiden. The latter glared furiously at him and smirked. “You’re even late at the simple request of delivering a painting. Aren’t you just blatantly disrespecting Uncle Johnston?”

Slap! Charles had come over with an infuriated expression and slapped Philip hard across the face. He bellowed in anger, “Why do I have such a useless son-in-law like you? You’re an embarrassment!”

This sudden slap stunned everyone inside the exhibition hall. However, there was not a trace of sympathy on these people’s faces. Instead, it was filled with mockery.

Watching Charles hit Philip in front of so many people made Aiden ecstatic. Great slap! Trash like this should get slapped more often.

A biting chill flashed in Philip’s eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. Lowering his head, Philip said, “I’m sorry, Dad. I was a little delayed on the way.”

“Hmph!” Charles let out a cold snort. He took the painting, composed his emotions, then turned around smilingly to walk away. “Come, come, here’s the authentic painting by Tang Bohu, the Companionship at the Spring Mountains.”

straightened his suit and said cheekily, “Philip, you have great tolerance. I don’t know how garbage like you manage to marry Wynn.”

smile. “That has nothing to do

more effort, you’ll soon be kicked out of the Johnston house. By then, you’ll only be a stray dog. I want to

to the hall. That scene earlier made him flare up in anger as he watched. “Mr. Clarke, do you want me to teach that brat a lesson

shook his head and frowned. “No need. This is my problem. You just

been shocked beyond words. The mob king, Theo Zander, to be this respectful

took a deep breath then stood in the corner of

proudly shared his painting with his old friends and fellow collectors. That overflowing happiness on the older man’s face made Philip a little worried on the inside. Would his father-in-law

this painting is really great! It’s

auction it away, it would be

it might even be worth

painting