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, it meant

and handed

had booked, they saw that Charles, Martha, and their uncle Mont Renner

Mont,

her relatives one by

each of them

with derision, not really acknowledging him at

look at him, acting as though he had never had a meal at a restaurant before. He was shrinking

they have

was quite stylishly dressed. She gave Philip a sideways look and said coolly, “Looks like just about any beggar can eat with us

blatantly looked down on

a word. Inwardly, she was already counting all of Philip’s faults over

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

same time, Martha was also quite annoyed

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

at Fern in confusion too. They then turned to look

seemed that

curved

was

Cindi’s mother and smiling sheepishly. “In that case, I guess I’ll leave. I have something else to attend to anyway, so please enjoy your meal, Uncle Mont, Aunt Fern. I’ll see

to leave. The second he turned around,

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

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

did not