The First Heir

Philip was lost. He did not know what Martha Yates was plotting.

Paula, however, was crystal clear. Her sister simply did not want Philip to tag along on the matter of discussing a partnership.

The one billion investment was as good as theirs the moment Frank initiated a partnership with Beacon Pharmaceutical. There was no need for inputs from outsiders like Philip, lest he demanded a portion of the money.

As a result, Paula immediately backed her sister up, “Yeah, yeah. I don’t think you should go.”

There was not much Philip could do. Seeing the Yates sisters agreeing, Philip found himself understanding the actual goal.

The only reason they did not want his involvement meant that they were eying the one billion investment.

‘Oh well.’

He did not want to eat with a materialistic mother-in-law and her relatives either.

“Very well, then. I won’t go.”

Philip turned to speak to Wynn. “Don’t drink, it’s not good for the baby.”

Both Frank and Samantha were shocked at the words he spoke. “You’re pregnant again, Wynnie?”

Wynn nodded mirthfully.

She

waste herself by carrying

it made Wynn all the more

turned to speak as well, “Ah, you guys can go without me, then. I’ll go look after Mila in

refuted. “Nah. Let’s all go. It’s

that, everyone’s complaints

seated in Frank’s car the next moment as they made their way to a newly opened

Frank spoke extravagantly,

beam, Martha followed behind and looked around the restaurant

she began

at all. The

‘How is that cheap?’

straight, in shock. ‘Just the private room itself

family sure is

if not anything else.” Paula laughed joyously, evidently proud of

felt dizzy at the compliments and smiled at the waiter. “We’ll take your

“Very well, Sir.”

politely before

of the set meal that it would be

she touched up her makeup, “Nothing expensive, just 10,000

turning to stare daggers at Philip sitting beside Wynn

of trash