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.

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

the point of moving us now? I want this private room! Do you have any idea who Mr. Cash is

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

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

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

immediately buffed up the ego in everyone in the private

“It’s me, Hiram Wagner.”

Can you please move to another

What price? Are

are you to order us

lack money! We’re

fiercest with their shouting.

Samantha’s words. He could only face it head-on. “Mr. Wagner, right? We’re already halfway through

if you’ll move,” Hiram asked with both

take the room, but only after we’ve

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

again after we’re

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

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

by an elder with

They’re unwilling to move since the general manager of Rocker Pharmaceutical

spoke coldly as he

“Mr… Mr. Cash?”

Quickly, he stood