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.

one of the higher-class restaurants. Since Wynn’s uncle could afford to treat them to dinner here, it meant that he was not doing

Wynn stopped the car at the front door and handed the keys to

their uncle had booked, they saw that Charles, Martha, and their uncle Mont Renner were already there. Mont’s entire family and a few other relatives they did not recognize

Mont, Aunt

her relatives one by

each

him with

take his seat with eyes full of contempt. Just look at him, acting as though he had never had a meal at a restaurant before. He was

did they have

Fern Milner, looked very much like her. Although the older woman was already past forty, she was quite stylishly dressed. She gave Philip a

looked down

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

known this would happen, she would not

the same time, Martha was also

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

did not know Philip were all looking at Fern in confusion too. They then turned to look at the man who had just

immediately read the room. It seemed that the Renners were

curved into distant smiles

was slightly

just taken 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 meal, Uncle Mont, Aunt Fern. I’ll see

around, the mild smile on

how Fern had taunted him at

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

now. He did not need to