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.

could afford to treat them to dinner

front door and handed the keys to the valet

their uncle Mont Renner were already there. Mont’s entire family and a few other

Mont, Aunt

relatives one by

greeted each of them

the Renners looked at him with derision, not really acknowledging him at

the worst of them all. She watched Philip take his seat with eyes full of contempt. Just look at him, acting as though he had never had a

did they have to invite

older woman was already past forty, she was quite stylishly dressed. She gave Philip a

looked down

coldly without a word. Inwardly, she was already counting all of

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

same time, Martha was

the very moment he walked into the room. In

all looking at Fern in confusion too. They then turned to look at the man who had just

the room. It seemed that the Renners were not particularly fond of this

lips curved into distant smiles of

was slightly

his seat, 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 I’ll leave. I

to leave. The second he turned around, the

forgotten how Fern had taunted him at

not want any trouble, so he was as polite as could be to

not