The First Heir

Wynn paused and looked at Philip suspiciously. She was very confused.

Uncle Mont and his family had already insured them to such an extent, so why was Philip saying they would stay?

Martha was enraged too. She had already stood up and prepared to leave, but she froze when Philip said that.

Now she could not go or stay.

Well, that was awkward.

“What are you doing, Philip? Who told you to babble? Hurry up and apologize to your aunt and uncle?”

Martha was left with nothing better to do, so she took her temper out on Philip as usual.

The Renners were doing very well for themselves in Golden City. They were the richest and most powerful out of all their distant relatives.

As a result, they took every chance they could get to insult the Johnstons.

As the years passed, Martha grew gradually more intimidated by the Renners. These days, she was relatively tamer the moment she saw them.

Although Charles used to be a section head, that was still nothing compared to what Mont Renner had achieved.

There was no helping it. After all, the latter was based in Golden City, the heart of the Riverside region.

Besides, Mont had a great many connections.

“Why should I apologize, Mom? Don’t forget, Wynn is now the chairwoman of her company. Why should we bow to them?”

Philip said, rather crossly.

The moment he said that, the atmosphere in the room changed.

and then at Wynn, eyes narrowed in

chairwoman of her company,

tone far

she instantly regained

the Capital City Clarke Group. Her company even received an investment of a billion bucks from him. In other words, Wynn was every bit as established as Mont now, so why

of chairwoman. It’s nothing much to shout about, even if she did

that Martha was

brows and muttered to herself, “A

her

Wynn Johnston, had made it

plummeted to rock-bottom, and the temperature fell to

Philip, hurry up and sit. Ignore your aunt, she’s been in a bad mood lately,

took their seats again, accepting his

contemptuous gazes from around the table landed

proudly announce that they were tied to their wives’

don’t get together that often, so we should

of the higher-ups here

and

pretty, Renner. Where is

middle-aged man looked at Cindi and asked her father with a

a son, and he was thinking of arranging a marriage between his son and Mont’s daughter. After all, the Renners were relatively wealthy, having carved out their spot

organizing this dinner for a director of the

clear his plans

insisted on going to work at Lambda Property instead. She’s doing decently for herself, now she’s the manager of a

laughed. His daughter had made him quite proud even though she worked

Lambda is one of

stylishly-dressed woman gasped in visible surprise

replied with a polite smile, “You’re flattering me, Aunt Sunny. I’m just there to