The First Heir

Martha took a moment to process that and then instantly blew up. “What do you mean by that, Philip? Your uncle is inviting you to dinner, but you can’t be bothered? Do you think I want to invite you? If you want to say hi, come over yourself!”

Martha then hung up in a huff.

That Philip was getting more unreasonable by the day.

Philip was a little taken aback too, but it seemed like he had no choice. He had to attend that night, after all.

He gave Wynn a call, telling her he was going to pick her up from work that night.

It just so happened that George had just bought him a car recently. It was nothing too fancy, just a BMW 5 Series. That would do for his purposes.

That night, Philip drove his brand-new BMW and waited for Wynn outside her office building.

When she saw the new car, Wynn froze for a long while too. She was both pleasantly surprised and confused. “Where did you get the money to buy this car?”

Philip leaned on the car door, wearing shades. He looked quite dashing like that.

He then bowed slightly and opened the car door, inviting Wynn to get into the car like a true gentleman.

Philip said, “I told you, right? I still have some change left over, so I bought this car for you. That way you won’t have to take the public transport to work every day.”

Wynn was quite touched, but she rolled her eyes anyway and said, “Don’t spend your money so recklessly after this, you hear me?”

Philip shrugged in reply.

Since Wynn’s uncle could afford to treat them to dinner here,

the car at the front door and handed the keys to the

and their uncle Mont Renner were already there.

Mont, Aunt

greeted her relatives one by

each

with derision, not really acknowledging

of contempt. Just look at him, acting as though he had never had a meal at a restaurant before. He was shrinking away like

they have

very much like her. Although the older woman was already past forty, she was quite stylishly dressed. She gave Philip

was pretty blatantly looked

Inwardly, she was already counting all of Philip’s faults

would happen, she would not have invited him. He was an embarrassment

was also quite annoyed by Fern’s

room. In a way, that was an insult to

table who did not know Philip were all looking at Fern in confusion too. They then turned to look at the man who had just

sharper minds could immediately read the room. It seemed that the Renners were not

strangers’ lips curved

was

wasted no time looking at Cindi’s mother and smiling sheepishly. “In that case, I guess I’ll leave. I

The second he turned around, the mild smile on his

at his

his identity back then, and he did not want any trouble, so he was as polite as could be to

now. He did not need to