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.”

in front of the battered Philip. He straightened his suit and said cheekily, “Philip, you have great tolerance. I don’t know how garbage like you manage to marry Wynn.” Aiden could not resist provoking and mocking

cold smile.

Johnston house. By then, you’ll only be a stray dog. I

hand, Theo had already followed Philip 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 for you?” Theo came over and whispered

“No need. This is my problem. You just have to

The mob king, Theo Zander, to be this respectful to a plain young man and even seemed to be a little

breath then stood in the corner of the

happiness on the older man’s face made Philip a little

really

auction it away, it would be worth

I say it

painting as they