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.”

the battered Philip. He straightened his suit and said cheekily, “Philip, you have great tolerance. I

gave him a cold smile. “That has nothing to do

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

in anger as he watched. “Mr. Clarke, do you want me to

This is

mob king, Theo Zander, to be this respectful to a plain young man and even seemed to be a little frightened by him, would

stood in the corner of the exhibition hall,

the gallery was crowded as Charles 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 really force Wynn to divorce him? Just how should he

really great! It’s an

it away, it would

think so. I say it might even be worth

the painting as