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.

really sorry, Mr. Wagner. There has been a mistake. How about I move you to the Crown Prince Pavillion

you have any idea who Mr. Cash is meeting

Dragon King Room is the general manager of

general manager of 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

manager fighting outside, coupled with his already stewing anger, Frank was quick to scold,

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

“It’s me, Hiram Wagner.”

enter a 30-year-old man in glasses with a soft-spoken vibe. He spoke politely. “My apologies, everyone. Can you please move to another private room?

What price? Are

Who are you to order

doesn’t lack

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

recognition at the name Hiram Wagner, but it was too late to back down now after his mother-in-law and Samantha’s words. He could only

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

take the

was done with playing nice. After all, there was no way he would disgrace himself in front of his

after we’re done. Now

“Come on, let’s eat, Martha. Forget about him. Frank here knows

difficult to ask you to change a private room? Master

was followed by an elder with

move since the general manager of Rocker Pharmaceutical is treating this meal. They said

spoke coldly as

“Mr… Mr. Cash?”

stood up, stunning everyone in the