The First Heir

Paula’s tone was laced heavily with the intent to make fun.

It was one that caused Martha to flush in anxiety as the words cut like knives.

Wynn could tell as well that her Aunt Paula was making things difficult for Philip. However, she was in no position to say anything as Aunt Paula was her elder.

“Oh? So this is Wynn’s husband. He looks fine to me, though. Yup, all limbs intact.”

Frank had not made any motion to stand at all. Instead, he sat on the sofa and sipped peacefully on his tea as he crudely commented.

“Haha. Honey, you’re so funny. Didn’t you say he’s a simplistic man?”

Comprehending the implications of his words, Samantha hid a smile behind her hand.

Philip was confused. ‘What the heck?’ All he did was go out for a smoke, how did he end up being the center of everyone’s jokes when he returned?

‘Frank McDonald and Samantha Benson?

‘You are nothing to me!’

Philip’s expression darkened.

there? Come say

Martha barked out.

reached out his hand

at Philip’s hand aloofly before frowning and speaking in a

was diffident and extremely belittling, considering he did

face. Frank was completely looking

Embarrassing, a disgrace.

politely anyway and retrieving his hand. Inconspicuously, he gave the man standing in front of him a once-over. While he found the man looking the part, he had dark eyebags that were most probably due

‘Haha.

good, after

Who was Frank McDonald

and sat beside Wynn, covering her smooth and slim thighs with a blanket. He spoke in

but did not comment on

on the other hand, was irked. Frank’s condescending

in Martha. Trash would always be trash, never to be respected by

estate along with your husband? Why did he suddenly switch jobs to work at Rocket Pharmaceutical? What enterprise is this? Is the pay

aiming for all-round development, after all. He is more outstanding than a delivery boy. He had only started a few months ago,

shone with one of pride and arrogance, fully

which, hinted at a

Philip caught on with one

fly the moment Paula and Frank locked