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.

mistake. How about I move you to the Crown

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

you the truth, Mr. Wagner, the one who booked the Dragon King Room is the general manager of Rocker Pharmaceutical. He’s

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 restaurant manager such as himself could

was quick to scold, “Who’s

the ego in everyone in the

“It’s me, Hiram Wagner.”

to 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? I’ve booked this one here. As for the price, don’t

to move? What price? Are you looking down on

Who are you to order us

here doesn’t lack money!

were the fiercest with

after his mother-in-law and Samantha’s words. He could only face it head-on. “Mr. Wagner, right? We’re already halfway

really sorry, but it’d be great if you’ll

You can take the room,

he would disgrace himself in front of

after we’re

scoldings again and turned to speak to Martha, “Come on, let’s eat,

you

voice outside was followed by an elder with white

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

coldly as he

“Mr… Mr. Cash?”

stood up, stunning everyone in the