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?”

unsolicited lesson. “Even if Wynn is some chairwoman now, she’s only the leader of a small company. How much can she earn every

absolutely right, Aunt Fern. I’ll work

time on this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the way she lectured him as though

Mont. I toast to your

up his wine

what you just said. Philip is my husband, and even if he

but now she stood up and

“Sure. I won’t say

as well, saying below her breath, “What are you doing? Sit down! Why defend that piece

people at the table watched the drama like mere spectators, their

was never going to amount to anything

him so badly. In the end, his wife had to stand

What a worthless wretch!

expressions to some extent. The Renners were still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing for them to tell him off. What

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

could not stay put, could they? All of them stood up and headed out of the room, going to the main hall

group, while Philip stood on the edges, chatting

“Are you alright?”

asked worriedly. After all, she was quite fed-up with all these people humiliating her husband

little face. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. I can deal with anything as

interaction, and her impression

a sweet

lot into the fray too, her words dripping

face slightly to look at Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a

should not

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. There