The First Heir

The manager took one look at them before he went to deal with it. It was done in just a moment.

Martha’s name was no longer on the certificate. In other words, from now on, First Palace had nothing to do with Martha Yates!

Martha was completely dumbfounded.

Everything was gone.

It was retribution.

“You son of a b*tch! You actually did this to me! I’m your mother-in-law. Are you trying to drive me to my death?! No way, you must add in my name again. This is my villa! My daughter bought it. This kept man deceived my daughter!”

Martha went berserk and kicked up a big fuss in the sales department.

She sat on the ground as she wailed and sobbed, unconcerned about her image at all.

Philip just stared at Martha coldly and said, “Have you forgotten what Wynn said? I bought this villa myself!”

With that said, Philip left the office.

Martha continued her rant for a while longer before she ran back in disarray.

It was already done, so she could only try to restore it.

How should she do that?

She ran to the hospital and looked for Wynn. Martha wailed as soon as she entered the door, saying, “Wynnie, Philip bullied me. He bullied me so badly. I don’t want to live anymore. Just let me die!”

to the window and made it as if she

Martha in a hurry and

Since Wynn had stopped her, she followed her cue, sat back on the sofa, and began to cry bitterly as she

villa for a few days. Why did he treat

retold the story selectively, her words full of lies to portray herself

frowned as

after all. Philip’s actions did not

comforted her mother. She did not think that her mother would

was just so

picked up the phone and dialed Philip’s number, but no

don’t I try again later?” Wynn

bag and huffed. “Okay, you must take my side in this matter. No matter what, you must add my name back to the

that, Martha turned around and

still mumbling to herself, feeling upset. She had just taken a few steps

are you? Are

and taking advantage of the fact that she was a middle-aged

name’s Levi Clarke. I’m Philip’s

handsome figure walked out from behind the two

shock when she heard

beaten up by Philip’s

of his had appeared. How many relatives

do you want? Don’t hit me. I

covered her face in fright and tried

and said with a smile, “Aunty, you’ve misunderstood. I want to

while saying, “Aunty, there’s not much in here, just one million. Treat this as compensation for that incident. I hope you’ll