The First Heir

At Philip’s residence, Horace had already received the news and rushed over.

He stood in the living room, pacing back and forth. Then, he pointed at Philip who was sitting on the sofa calmly and criticized, “Just look at what you’ve done! It’ s only been a few days and this kind of thing happened again! Tomorrow is the ancestor commemoration ceremony. By doing this, won’t it put the main family and the branch family at odds forever? If your father finds out about this, he’ll break your legs!”

Philip leisurely took a sip of tea, poured a cup for Horace, and said, “Uncle Horace, don’t worry, just take things as they come. What’s there to be afraid of? Besides, everything is as planned. It’s fine.”

“Plan? What’s your plan? You have no plan! You just have a brain fart and are fooling around!” Horace scolded angrily.

At this moment, Wynn stood upstairs and looked at the commotion downstairs. She slowly walked down and apologized, “Uncle Horace, I’m sorry. It’s all because of me that Philip…”

When Horace saw Wynn approaching, the anger on his face quickly turned into a loving smile. He said, “It’s okay. It’s what this brat should’ve done. He did a good job. Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

speechlessly and muttered in dissatisfaction, “Uncle Horace, you’re biased. You scolded me for fooling around just

scolded angrily, “That’s because you’re Roger’s

saying that,

Hansel scanned the hall with a grim face before his

Stomp, stomp!

a team of armed guards behind

eldest young master of the main family! I’ll see who dares to make a move

aura as the third

Domineering!