The First Heir

“Thanks, but no thanks, Manager Frank. I quite like the feeling of being taken care of by my wife. Plus, she likes taking care of me.”

Philip said shamelessly as he smiled at Wynn.

“Sure, I’ll take care of you,” Wynn replied coordinately, her eyes sparkling with stars.

Anger flared in Frank at the scene before him. Scoffing, he returned to his seat for there was not much left for him to say.

Samantha saw through him and kicked Frank under the table, mumbling, “What’s that all about? You can’t possibly have taken a fancy to my cousin now, have you?!”

Her piercing gaze demanded answers.

Frank smiled, holding Samantha’s small hand in his own. “What are you talking about? There’s only you.”

The meal progressed with Paula’s family picking on Philip at any chance they got. To which he merely brushed off and paid them no heed. After all, it would not make sense to let such brainless comments dampen his mood.

Wynn, though, nudged the back of his legs worriedly with her own and whispered, “Are you okay? We can go out if you’re not.”

Philip smiled. “It’s okay. I’ve gotten used to it.”

Frank only got more frustrated as he watched Philip and Wynn murmur to each other. He was going to humiliate the dumb f*cker in front of everyone!

“What’s going on, Manager Stanford? Did I not say to reserve the Dragon King Room?!”

From outside the room came the frustrated voice of a middle-aged man.

There has been a mistake. How about I move you to the Crown

want this private room! Do you have any idea who Mr. Cash is meeting today? Go and tell the people

To tell you the truth, Mr. Wagner, the one who booked the Dragon King Room is the

was a public listed company on the Fortune Global 500, after all. He was not someone a mere restaurant manager such as

to

up the ego in everyone in the private room. Paula and the rest

“It’s me, Hiram Wagner.”

to enter a 30-year-old man in glasses with a soft-spoken vibe. He spoke politely. “My apologies, everyone. Can you

What price?

you

doesn’t lack

Yates sisters, Paula and Martha, were the fiercest with their shouting. They showed complete

name Hiram Wagner, but it was too late to back down now after his mother-in-law and Samantha’s words. He could only face it head-on. “Mr. Wagner, right? We’re already halfway through our meal, I don’t

McDonald? I’m really sorry, but it’d be great if you’ll move,” Hiram asked with

the room, but

with playing nice. After all, there was no way he would disgrace himself in front of his wife and his mother-in-law, let alone with Wynn and Philip

again after we’re done. Now get

Martha, “Come on, let’s eat, Martha. Forget about him. Frank here knows the

going on, Hiram? Is it so difficult to ask you

by an elder with

here just in time, Mr. Cash. They’re unwilling to move since the general manager of Rocker Pharmaceutical is treating this meal. They said we

as he gazed at

“Mr… Mr. Cash?”

paled in shock. Quickly, he stood up, stunning everyone in the