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 Pavillion

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

the one who booked the Dragon King Room is the general manager of Rocker Pharmaceutical.

Rocker Pharmaceutical, 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 afford

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

in everyone in the private room. Paula and the rest suddenly felt their status

“It’s me, Hiram Wagner.”

He spoke politely. “My apologies, everyone. Can you please move to another private room? I’ve booked

we have to move? What price? Are you looking

are you to order us

lack money!

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

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

be great if you’ll move,” Hiram asked with both hands pressed together

but no! You can take the room, but only

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

Come again after we’re

turned to speak to Martha, “Come on, let’s eat, Martha.

so difficult to ask you to change a

voice outside was followed by

the general manager of Rocker Pharmaceutical is treating this

spoke coldly as he

“Mr… Mr. Cash?”

he stood up, stunning everyone in