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.

did that piece of trash get

not say he was

“Oh, really?”

Amelia’s flattery, so she

Martha’s expression. She pretended to exclaim in surprise, “Martha, didn’t you buy that car? I thought it belongs to your

it be that Philip used

words directly

was bankrupt now. This was the

his sights set

and shouted, “Philip, get down now! I have something to ask

glance with Bernard as they

attitude, Philip was in for a

to act so pretentiously at the entrance earlier? Now that

bear looking at a useless bum like Philip

doubts when she heard

become stronger, but it turned out that he was still relying on his woman. It

Lynn felt more

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

“Don’t call me ‘Mom’!”

the sofa, glanced at Philip, and asked with a