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.

Renners all looked at Philip and then at Wynn, eyes narrowed in

of her

her tone far

cleared, and she instantly

Group. Her company even received an investment of a billion bucks from him. In other words, Wynn was every bit as established

much. She only got promoted a short while ago, and only to the position of chairwoman. It’s nothing much

easily tell that Martha was obviously

and

her and

saying that her nephew, Wynn Johnston, had

around the table immediately plummeted to

a smile, saying, “Wynn, Philip, hurry up and sit. Ignore your aunt, she’s been in a bad mood lately, so don’t mind her. I apologize for

Wynn took their seats again,

few other contemptuous gazes from around the table landed on

that they were tied to their wives’ apron strings,

that often, so we should

with a smile, “I also invited one of the higher-ups here at

rest of the guests returned his smile, and soon they launched

daughter sure is pretty, Renner. Where is she

middle-aged man looked at Cindi and asked her father

of arranging a marriage between his son and Mont’s daughter. After all, the Renners were

why Mont was organizing this dinner for a director of the

his

work at

made him quite proud even

Lambda? Oh my, that’s impressive! Lambda is one

woman gasped in visible surprise

me, Aunt Sunny. I’m just there to