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.

at Philip and then at Wynn, eyes narrowed in

her company,

tone

cleared, and she instantly regained some of her usual

even received an investment of a billion bucks from him. In other words, Wynn was every

only got promoted a short while ago, and only to the position of chairwoman. It’s

easily tell that Martha

pretty brows and muttered to

looked around her

nephew, Wynn Johnston, had made it

the table immediately plummeted to

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

their

few other contemptuous gazes from around the table landed on Philip as he sat

they were tied to their wives’ apron strings,

together that often, so we should all just

invited one of

smile, and soon they launched

is pretty,

Cindi and asked her father

thinking of arranging a marriage between his son and Mont’s daughter. After

why Mont was organizing this dinner for a director of the Riverdale

his plans to invest in

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

him quite proud even though

working at Lambda? Oh my, that’s impressive! Lambda

stylishly-dressed woman gasped in

me, Aunt Sunny. I’m just there to