The First Heir

Melody rolled her eyes mischievously and said as she pushed Philip out, “I don’t, but he does.”

Philip was startled and even a little dumbfounded.

Suddenly, he felt hostile gazes on him.

They were mixed with suspicion, disdain, contempt, and sarcasm.

“Hehe, this guy? He just looks like an ordinary person, so stop teasing us. If he really has ten billion, why is he queuing up with us? He could just go through the green entrance over there.”

The woman from before, with heavy makeup on her face, placed her arms over her chest while saying in a mocking tone. She then pointed to a group of distinguished guests who were being welcomed in by the service staff on the other side.

The meaning was quite obvious. If he had the money, why would he line up here?

Melody was upset and wanted to explain but was stopped by Philip.

“Sorry, my sister is not right in the head. Don’t mind us. We’re just normal folks.”

explained with a

crowd turned their heads disdainfully and

you doing? Why don’t you say

All of a sudden!

few people in front turned their heads and glared at

trouble for me, okay?

can’t stand the way they look down on people. Is the second young master of the Kingsley family really that rich? No

Melody was still immature and liked to get into

with a good view. They then sat down and ordered some snacks and nuts before

her, and he was hoping that the

unhappy

to bump into the

was the scantily-dressed woman who nearly clashed with Philip

she was hugging a man with

Melody took the place first. She felt resentful and said coquettishly at

small eyes and a greasy face. He looked very

at Philip and thought that he was unremarkable, someone he