The First Heir

Philip supposed he understood Frank’s incessant desire to act pretentious.

Frank seemed to feel the most comfortable basked in the envious gazes of Wynn and Martha.

Indeed, men with specific advantages were more prone to receiving better resources.

With how things were going, perhaps all he needed was a little extra effort and a young woman like Wynn would easily become his.

Stop, stop, stop!

Taking in his expression, Philip realized that Frank was a man of high maintenance.

“You have to tell Aunt Martha if you ever manage to contact this Young Master Clarke, okay Frank? Aunt Martha here wants to treat this Young Master Clarke to a meal and maybe get to know him a little bit.”

Martha gazed at Frank with nothing but anticipation.

“Of course, Aunt Martha. That won’t be too difficult considering how Young Master Clarke and I are rather close.”

Frank added shamelessly as if it was the truth. Lifting his wrist to check the time, he told Wynn, “Oh, and Wynn. There’ll be a dinner event tonight with a few other chairmen of pharmaceutical enterprises. Will you care to join us? We might invite Young Master Clarke as well.”

Hearing him, Wynn turned to look at Philip. Seeing as the latter made no sign to stop her, she agreed. “Sure. Perhaps my cousin-in-law will be so kind as to introduce me, then?”

Wynn was reluctant to attend. After all, the event was at night, and she was pregnant with a child. It was only natural she would want to avoid any form of socializing if she could.

However, this was the young master of Clark Group they were talking about as well as numerous chairmen from different pharmaceutical enterprises who would be there for the sake of settling partnership. It would not bode well for Wynn to avoid such an important event.

That was why she wanted to hear Philip’s view on the matter.

everyone present seemed

believe such trash should have the right

feel the need to

the head of

amicable person, and so her tone dripped with unadulterated mocking as

a piece of trash like him will be able

Martha just let the comment

she

scum like Philip being the head of the

‘Die, damned b*stard!’

“Pour us tea, Philip!”

Martha barked at Philip.

family sat back and watched the

possibly order

not comment on it. Not when she knew her mother was merely

to have a conflict with Martha today,

want to disgrace Wynn in front

wife, he would take it in

mood elevated at Philip’s

imagine the humiliation she would feel had he not complied at

Go

more and ordered

Martha, Philip went to retrieve the mop and cleaned up the floor that had been trampled

cup of water and littered the floor with sunflower seed shells as she laughed tauntingly. “Oh, I’m so

‘That was unnecessary!’