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.

a mistake. How about

want this private room! Do you have any idea who Mr.

King Room is the general manager of Rocker Pharmaceutical. He’s not someone

on the Fortune Global 500, after all. He

outside, coupled with his already stewing anger, Frank was quick to scold, “Who’s outside? Can’t you tell we’re

instruction immediately buffed up the ego in everyone in the private room. Paula and the

“It’s me, Hiram Wagner.”

glasses with a soft-spoken vibe. He spoke politely. “My apologies, everyone. Can you please move to another private room? I’ve booked

Why do we have to move? What price? Are

you to

doesn’t lack

Martha, were the fiercest with their shouting. They showed

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

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

can take the room, but only after

After all, there was no way he would disgrace himself in front of his wife

after we’re done. Now get

“Come on, let’s eat, Martha.

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

voice outside was followed by an elder with

Mr. Cash. They’re unwilling to move since the general manager of Rocker Pharmaceutical is treating this meal. They said

spoke coldly as he gazed

“Mr… Mr. Cash?”

he stood up, stunning