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.

Mr. Wagner. There has been a mistake. How about I

you have any idea who Mr. Cash is

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

Stanford was referencing Frank McDonald. It was a public listed company on the Fortune Global 500, after all.

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

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

“It’s me, Hiram Wagner.”

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

move? What price? Are you looking

are you

lack money!

Martha, were the fiercest with their shouting. They showed complete disregard

his mother-in-law and Samantha’s words. He could only face

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

You can take the room, but only after we’ve

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

after we’re done. Now

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

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

voice outside was followed by an elder with

to move since the general manager of Rocker Pharmaceutical is treating this meal. They said we should come back

coldly as he gazed

“Mr… Mr. Cash?”

paled in shock. Quickly, he stood up,