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 Prince

room! Do you have any idea who Mr. Cash is meeting today? Go and tell the people inside to give me the room.

the truth, Mr. Wagner, the one who booked the Dragon King Room is the general manager of Rocker Pharmaceutical. He’s not someone

Manager Stanford was referencing Frank McDonald. It was a public listed company on the Fortune Global 500, after all. He was not someone a mere restaurant manager such as himself could

his already stewing anger, Frank was quick to scold, “Who’s outside? Can’t you

buffed up the ego in everyone in the private room. Paula and the rest suddenly felt

“It’s me, Hiram Wagner.”

everyone. Can you please move to another private room? I’ve booked this one here. As for the price, don’t worry,

we have to move? What price? Are you

Who are you to order

doesn’t lack money!

fiercest with their shouting. They

too late to back down now after his mother-in-law and Samantha’s words. He could only

sorry, but it’d be great if you’ll move,” Hiram asked with both hands

the room, but only after

would disgrace himself in front of his wife and his mother-in-law,

we’re done.

to speak to Martha, “Come on, let’s eat, Martha. Forget about him. Frank here knows the boss of this place.

Is it so difficult to ask you to change a private room? Master Clarke’s

followed by an elder with

They’re unwilling to move since the general manager of

coldly as he

“Mr… Mr. Cash?”

he stood up, stunning