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.

Ambrosia was one of the higher-class restaurants. Since Wynn’s uncle could afford to treat them to dinner here, it meant that he was

at the front door and handed the

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

Uncle Mont,

her relatives

nodded and greeted each of them as

Renners looked at him with derision, not really acknowledging

with eyes full of contempt. Just look at him, acting as though he had never had

they have

already past forty, she was quite stylishly dressed. She gave Philip a sideways look and said

was pretty blatantly looked down on Philip

without a word. Inwardly, she was already counting all of Philip’s

happen, she would not

was also quite annoyed

moment he walked into the room. In a way, that was an insult to Martha as

not know Philip were all looking at Fern in confusion too. They then turned

seemed that the Renners were not particularly fond of this relative of

curved

was slightly

his touch. However, he wasted no time looking at Cindi’s mother and smiling sheepishly. “In

stood to leave. The second he turned around,

had not forgotten how Fern had taunted him at his own wedding, how much she flaunted

hiding his identity back then, and he did not want

He did not need to tolerate their