The First Heir

“Now that we know, Aunt Martha, he’s easy to deal with. Just a piece of trash, right? I’ll call someone to get rid of him.”

Seating himself back on the chair, Joel pulled out his cell phone and dialed, “Hello? Wolf? Where’re you now? I need your help with something. Can you help me teach this guy a lesson? I don’t care, you can break his legs…”

Saying so, he turned to lock eyes with Martha who showed no hints of opposition.

Martha seemed to hate Philip to the bone.

Ah well, clashes between the mother and son-in-law meant it would be sooner or later before Wynn divorced Philip.

By then, it would not take him too much effort before Wynn became his.

After the call, Martha happily ate at the meal as she discussed with Joel Harris how best to pursue Wynn.

“Listen to your Aunt Martha, Joel. Come over tomorrow. I’ll make sure to call Wynnie over too. Then, you bring her out to play. Nurture your feelings and I’m sure it’ll only be a matter of time before you get together again. The two of you were close in high school, right? I’m sure it won’t take too long this time.”

Martha said knowingly just before she took her leave.

Joel was thrilled to say the least, for he had not expected Martha to help him so much along the way. However, how Philip survived these three years with such a materialistic mother-in-law, Joel had no idea.

“I understand, Aunt Martha. I’ll book tickets for the Maldives today, and I’ll go over to your house tomorrow. Please put in a good word for me.”

Joel smiled as he sent Martha back to the Old Johnston Manor contentedly.

Martha began

the phone. “Quickly come home, Wynnie, I

of the one billion yuan investment made by the Capital City’s Clarke Group

‘One billion!

daughter has a net worth

become part of

is this Capital City Group’s young master? It can’t be, right? That this rich man has his eyes

think this Clarke Group’s young master fancies our little Wynnie? Why else would he invest in her company, right? According to Joel, this

paid Martha no heed. “You can’t possibly have your eyes on this young master from the Clarke

you know? Who do you think I’m doing this for? Myself? All I want is for my daughter to marry into a good home so she can enjoy

his head dejectedly

arrived not too long later with

could not find it in him to let down his weariness, for he feared that Martha might

and afraid when she saw Philip. Too afraid to make direct eye contact, she instead murmured condemnations under

her, Philip

‘Martha really needed to be beaten up first before

“Hey, Mom. What’s up?”

to stay in this house any longer than

investment from a

as she tugged