The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 355

Martha glossed over the dishes on the menu only to find that the shark fin cost six thousand 6,000 yuan! The Australian lobster

cost 2,000 per entree!

Flipping to the page of the Lafite ‘82… 10,000?! “This… Joel, this is too expensive.” Martha began to fret. Smiling, Joel snapped

his fingers to call upon a waiter and instructed, “This here is my Aunt Martha. Serve us all your recommendations and a bottle of

Lafite, please. Oh, and start up a new VIP membership account as well.” Hearing him, Martha was beyond elated.

Joel was better than that good-for-nothing Philip Clarke in every way. Not too long later, all the dishes were served. The waiter

approached to courteously hand Joel the new VIP card. “Aunt Martha, this here is actually my classmate’s restaurant. With this

membership card, everything is 40%

off.” After handing the card to Martha, Joel added, “But of course, everything will be on my tab.” Martha’s eyes shone with mirth

and satisfaction as she accepted the VIP card. “Thank you so much. What a promising young fellow you are, Joel. God knows

how blessed a life Wynnie would be having if she married you.” Speaking of that, Joel smiled.

“So, Aunt Martha, when is Wynnie divorcing Philip?” Martha’s eyes turned into crescent moons at how

interested Joel was in her daughter. She had her eyes set on this golden goose, and she was not going

to let it go. “Calm down, Joel. Why do you think your Aunt Martha came to find you today?”

The corners of Martha’s lips turned upward to a smile. Then, Martha pointed at her own cheek. Joel

had realized long ago the bruises on Martha’s face.

‘Did she get beaten up?’ “Your face… Aunt Martha, who beat you up?” Joel asked. Enraged, Martha

answered, “Who else can it be? Philip Clarke, that worthless piece of trash! He even got someone to

do it for him!” “What?”

Joel burst in fury, rage coating his entire expression as he ground his knuckles in a fist. “The audacity!

How can Philip call someone to beat you up? Has he no respect for you? Why didn’t Wynn say

anything?” Keeping her facade of the wronged and weak, Martha replied, “Exactly. That piece of trash

is getting worse, even going as far as to beat me up. Wynnie doesn’t know about it, but even if she

does, what can she possibly do? She’s part of his family now. Your Aunt Martha here almost has no

say in the family, so you have to help me, Joel. Philip, that piece of scum, has no right to be my son-in-

law at all.” Tears and snot were everywhere. Immediately, Joel began to console her. “Don’t worry, Aunt

Martha. How dare that useless piece of trash do such a thing. I promise I’ll make him pay. “Joel, you

know quite a few people from the upper classes right? Can’t you find me some people to teach Philip a

lesson he’ll never forget?” Martha pleaded pitifully at Joel.

She could not wait any longer. She had to find someone to teach Philip a lesson today or she would

never forgive herself. Joel would love nothing more than to comply, but after the incident in Virtuous

Court, he could not help but feel wary. ‘How can Martha be unaware of the fact that Philip is part of

Capital City’s Clarke Group?” “I don’t think it’s that easy, Aunt Martha. Perhaps you’re unaware of

Philip’s true identity?” Joel prodded gently. Feeling amiss, Martha scoffed. “What true identity can this

good-for-nothing have? He’s just a delivery boy.” “Really just a delivery boy?”

Skeptical, Joel retold the incident in Virtuous Court. Martha was shocked, to say the least, when she

heard the tale. Her face paled as she muttered,

“You can’t scare me like this, Joel. You’re telling me Philip is the young master of this Capital City’s

Clarke Group?” Joel was reluctant to believe so as well. “No way. That’s impossible!” Martha shook her

head vigorously like a child would a pellet drum. “You’ve got to be mistaken. Philip’s just some useless

piece of trash, and that’s all he’ll ever be. How can he be this Capital City’s Clarke Group’s young

master that you speak of?” ‘Him?

‘Hah. ‘No way!’ Over the three years he had lived as the Johnston’s son-in-law, he was a puss who never stood up for anything,

nor had there been any sudden changes in him. If anything, Philip had only become crueler these past few days. Not that Martha

gave it any thought. Perhaps the b*stard had nothing better to do with his life anymore and decided to threaten her position in the

family. Hearing Martha, Joel only got more suspicious and pressed on. “Could Philip be hiding something from you guys, Aunt

Martha? This is really important, so please give it a little more thought. I have to know who he is before I can think of a plan to

deal with him.”

Martha found herself deep in thought and responded only after mulling over it for a while, “Nope, no way! How can I not know

who Philip Clarke is?

You must’ve fallen for some sort of lie the little sh*t told you. From what you’ve told me, he probably took the identity of the

Clarke’s young master to pretend to be some sort of bigshot. He has done it before, so I don’t see why he wouldn’t do something

so shameless again.” Joel let out a sigh of relief. ‘Ah… If that’s the case. ‘Damn you, Philip Clarke. You almost had me scared

half to death. ‘And here I thought you had some special identity.

All you are is a poser and a pretentious b*stard.’