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.

uncle could afford to treat them to dinner here, it meant that he was not doing too

and handed the keys to the valet before

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

Uncle Mont, Aunt

relatives one by

greeted each of them

him with derision, not really acknowledging

all. She watched Philip take his seat with eyes full of contempt. Just look at

they have

older woman was already past forty, she was quite stylishly dressed. She gave Philip a sideways look and said coolly, “Looks

looked

without a word. Inwardly, she was already counting

not have invited him. He

same time, Martha was

room. In a way, that was an insult to Martha as

around the table who did not know Philip were all looking at Fern in confusion too. They then

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

curved

was

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 have something else to attend to anyway, so please enjoy your

he turned around, the mild smile on his

Fern had taunted him at his own

not want any trouble, so he was as

not