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.

piece of trash get a

say he

“Oh, really?”

want to ruin Amelia’s flattery, so she just

to exclaim in surprise, “Martha, didn’t you buy that car? I thought it belongs to your family. After all,

you didn’t buy it, could it be that Philip used the company’s money

words directly

Philip was bankrupt now. This was the time when they needed money the

his sights set on

rage and shouted, “Philip, get down now!

glance with Bernard

Philip was in for

act so pretentiously at the entrance earlier? Now

a useless bum

filled with doubts when she heard this

Philip had become stronger, but it turned out that he was still relying on his woman. It even seemed that he was plotting against

felt more

his trouser pockets, and looked at the crowd

“Don’t call me ‘Mom’!”

She sat on the sofa, glanced at Philip, and asked with a