The First Heir

Amelia hit him playfully and teased, saying, “Silly you. You’re Charles’ brother. Do you think they can chase you away? If they really do, we’ll just kick up a big fuss and let the entire neighborhood know. In the end, they’ll lose their dignity. So, how about it?”

Bernard hesitated. However, when he glanced at the villa again, he said with determination, “Okay, you talk to Martha and I’ll talk to my brother.”

The two reached an agreement and rushed into the living room.

Coincidentally, Martha came out of the bedroom at this time all dressed up fashionably like a lady. She smiled as she said, “Oh, it’s Amelia and Bernard. You’re here already? Come here and have a seat. Leave your things there. I’ll get the nanny to handle it.”

Amelia knew that Martha was a very prideful person, so she quickly paid compliments, “Sister Martha, you have a nanny too? I’m so envious.”

Martha was very happy when she heard those words. She sat on the sofa in a little cloak and put on a pretentious sitting pose as if she was really a wealthy lady.

Amelia and Bernard also followed suit and the three of them started chatting.

On the side, Lynn was playing on her mobile phone, taking pictures and posting them on social media.

“By the way, Sister Martha, we met Philip at the door when he came back in a Rolls-Royce. Is your family so rich now?” Amelia asked as she nibbled on chips.

Rolls-Royce?

Martha sat up straight when she heard that.

of trash

not say

“Oh, really?”

flattery, so she just smiled casually,

expression. She pretended to exclaim in surprise, “Martha, didn’t you buy that car? I thought it belongs to your family. After all, Wynn is now the chairwoman of the

buy it, could it be that Philip used the company’s money to buy it for himself? Oh

words directly

the family of that useless Philip was bankrupt now. This was the time

guy had his sights set on

and shouted, “Philip, get down now! I

a glance with Bernard as they stifled a

attitude, Philip was in for

at the entrance earlier? Now that he was exposed, he deserved

at a useless bum like Philip living in a villa and

when she heard

was still relying on his woman. It even seemed that he was plotting

felt more

in his trouser pockets, and looked at the crowd in the living

“Don’t call me ‘Mom’!”

angry. She sat on the sofa, glanced at Philip, and asked with a chastising tone, “Your Aunt Amelia said