The First Heir

“Oh, a delivery boy? But that makes no sense, didn’t he say his wife is a chairwoman or something?” said someone in surprise.

“A chairwoman? What does it matter if she’s the chairwoman of some two-bit company?”

Fern rudely called Philip out. “Stop stuffing your face like that, Philip. Can’t you hear that your elders are talking to you?”

She was proud and arrogant!

Mont saw what she was doing and wanted to stop her, but eventually he just shook his head helplessly.

He had already done enough to protect these poor relatives of his.

To be honest, he also wanted to use this chance to wake Philip up. He wanted to show Philip just how far behind he had fallen so far the latter might buck up and go to work like a proper adult.

It was so embarrassing for a man to live off his wife like that.

Martha also glared at Philip, who was still preoccupied with his food. She yelled, “Philip, your aunt is talking to you! Say something!”

Philip was embarrassing enough at home, but why did he have to embarrass her when they were outdoors as well?

At the same time, Wynn secretly tugged at Philip’s hand, signalling at him to be patient.

They were all family, so he would just have to tolerate this for a bit.

Finally, Philip put his chopsticks down and smiled sheepishly. “Thank you for your concern, Aunt Fern. I’ll do my best.”

“Haha, don’t be mad at me for being a little strict with you, okay? Considering your background, if you don’t put more effort into getting a decent job, what will become of your future?”

now, she’s only the leader of a small company. How much can she earn every year? If a man doesn’t work harder, all

You’re absolutely right, Aunt

time on this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the way

Mont. I toast to your health and your concern for

up, held up his

my husband, and even if he

back all this time, but now she stood

I won’t say anything if you insist

saying below her breath, “What are you doing? Sit

at the table watched the drama like mere spectators, their contempt showing on

to anything in life at this

did not even dare to fight back after someone else insulted him so badly. In the end, his wife

What a worthless wretch!

to some extent. The Renners were still his relatives and elders, so it was

leaped to his feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come on,

had spoken, the guests could not stay put, could they? All of them stood up and headed out of the room, going to

at the front of the group, while Philip stood

“Are you alright?”

quite fed-up with all these people humiliating her

I’m used to it. I can deal with anything as long as you’re

little interaction, and her

has is a sweet tongue. No wonder

into the fray

straight legs and a

men should not fault

suit and carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking formally as he said, “Sorry I’m late, Mr. Renner.