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?”

much can she earn every year? If a man doesn’t work harder, all he’ll get is an eventual divorce. If Wynn divorced

yes. You’re absolutely right,

did not want to waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he

Uncle Mont. I toast to your health

stood up, held up his wine glass,

Fern. I don’t agree with what you just said. Philip is my husband, and even if

had been holding back all this time, but now she stood up and declared

said, “Sure. I won’t say anything if you insist

her breath, “What are you doing? Sit down! Why

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

to amount to anything

him so badly. In

What a worthless wretch!

elders, so it was one thing for them to tell him off. What right did these strangers

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

the guests could not stay put, could they? All of them

group, while Philip stood

“Are you alright?”

After all, she was quite fed-up with all these people humiliating

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

little interaction, and her

sweet tongue. No wonder

fray

straight legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom. Philip decided not to hold it against

men should not fault

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.