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.

Wynn’s uncle could afford to treat them

stopped the car at the front door and

uncle had booked, they saw that Charles, Martha, and their uncle Mont Renner were already there. Mont’s entire

Uncle Mont, Aunt

greeted her relatives one

and greeted each of

looked at him with derision, not really

take his seat with eyes full of contempt. Just look at him, acting as though he had never had a meal at a restaurant before. He was shrinking away

why did they have

was already past forty, she was quite stylishly dressed. She gave

looked down

just watched them coldly without a word. Inwardly, she was already

not have invited him. He was an

same time, Martha was also

had humiliated Philip the very moment he walked into the room. In a way, that was an insult

looking at Fern in confusion too. They

sharper minds could immediately read the room. It seemed that the Renners

such, the strangers’ lips curved into distant

was slightly

and the chair was still cold to his touch. However, he wasted no time looking at Cindi’s mother and smiling sheepishly. “In that case, I guess

turned around, the mild smile on his face turned

forgotten how Fern had taunted him at his own wedding, how much she flaunted her

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

were different now. He did not need