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

front door and handed the keys to the valet before going upstairs

room their 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

greeted each

Renners looked at him with derision, not really acknowledging him

at him, acting as though

did they have

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

pretty blatantly looked down on

a word. Inwardly, she

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

time, Martha was

walked into the room. In

aunts around the table who did not know Philip were all looking at Fern in

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

lips curved into distant smiles of

was

and smiling sheepishly. “In that case, I guess I’ll leave. I have something else to attend to anyway, so please enjoy

leave. The second he turned around, the mild smile on his face turned

him at his own wedding, how much she flaunted

want any trouble, so he was

did not need