The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 423

Wynn paused and looked at Philip suspiciously. She was very confused.

Uncle Mont and his family had already insured them to such an extent, so why was Philip saying they would stay? Martha was

enraged too. She had already stood up and prepared to leave, but she froze when Philip said that.

Now she could not go or stay. Well, that was awkward. “What are you doing, Philip? Who told you to

babble? Hurry up and apologize to your aunt and uncle?” Martha was left with nothing better to do, so

she took her temper out on Philip as usual. The Renners were doing very well for themselves in Golden

City. They were the richest and most powerful out of all their distant relatives. As a result, they took

every chance they could get to insult the Johnstons. As the years passed, Martha grew gradually more

intimidated by the Renners. These days, she was relatively tamer the moment she saw them. Although

Charles used to be a section head, that was still nothing compared to what Mont Renner had achieved.

There was no helping it. After all, the latter was based in Golden City, the heart of the Riverside region.

Besides, Mont had a great many connections. "Why should I apologize, Mom? Don't forget, Wynn is

now the chairwoman of her company. Why should we bow to them?" Philip said, rather crossly. The

moment he said that, the atmosphere in the room changed. The Renners all looked at Philip and then

at Wynn, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "The chairwoman of her company, you say?" Fern echoed, her

tone far from friendly. The fog in Martha's head cleared, and she instantly regained some of her usual

confidence. That was right, Wynn was a chairwoman now, and she even knew Master Clarke from the

Capital City Clarke Group. Her company even received an investment of a billion bucks from him. In

other words, Wynn was every bit as established as Mont now, so why was Martha still giving way to

them? "Oh, it's not much, not much. She only got promoted a short while ago, and only to the position

of chairwoman. It's nothing much to shout about, even if she did win an investment of a billion bucks.

That's nothing to you, right?" Everyone could easily tell that Martha was obviously bragging. Fern

frowned her pretty brows and muttered to herself, "A billion?" She looked around her and said no more.

So they were saying that her nephew, Wynn Johnston, had made it big in her career, huh?

The atmosphere around the table immediately plummeted to rock-bottom, and the temperature fell to

sub-zero. Mont hastily gave Wynn and Philip a smile, saying, "Wynn, Philip, hurry up and sit. Ignore

your aunt, she's been in a bad mood lately, so don't mind her. I apologize for her rudeness on her

behalf." Philip and Wynn took their seats again, accepting his apology. A few other contemptuous

gazes from around the table landed on Philip as he sat down. So men these days could proudly

announce that they were tied to their wives' apron strings, huh? "Alright, alright. We don't get together

that often, so we should all just enjoy this meal." Mont said with a smile, "I also invited one of the

higher-ups here at Riverdale over. He'll be here soon."

The rest of the guests returned his smile, and soon they launched into the usual greetings and chatter.

"Your daughter sure is pretty, Renner. Where is she working?" A middle-aged man looked at Cindi and

asked her father with a smile. He had a son, and he was thinking of arranging a marriage between his

son and Mont's daughter. After all, the Renners were relatively wealthy, having carved out their spot in

real estate. That was why Mont was organizing this dinner for a director of the Riverdale Land Registry.

He had long since made clear his plans to invest in Riverdale real estate. "Haha, thanks for the

compliment! She refused to work with me and insisted on going to work at Lambda Property instead.

She's doing decently for herself, now she's the manager of a department." Mont laughed. His daughter

had made him quite proud even though she worked away from home. "Oh, Cindi is working at

Lambda? Oh my, that's impressive! Lambda is one of the top five property agencies in the nation!" A

stylishly-dressed woman gasped in visible surprise and envy. Cindi replied with a polite smile, "You're

flattering me, Aunt Sunny. I'm just there to gain some experience." "Wow, but that's Lambda! That's

much better than what my son's doing. He's working at Hingston Estates. You two should get to know

each other when you have time." Aunt Sunny said with considerable envy, praising Cindi to high

heavens. "Sure! Why not?" Cindi took the praise and request in stride.

"Oh please no, your son is a proper rascal! He'll be a bad influence on my daughter." Fern teased

Sunny. The two women soon found a shared topic they could talk and laugh about. "Oh yeah, where

does this man work? Don't tell me, is he a househusband lazing around at him while his wife earns him

a living?" Suddenly, someone changed the topic to Philip, who was burying his head in the food. "Yeah,

look how he's gobbling down his food. I bet he must be really frugal in his daily life, so he doesn't get to

eat such good food.

Go on, take your time. No one will steal the food from you." A woman teased him. "Haha, you hit the nail on the head. He's just a

good-for-nothing who relies on his wife to survive." Aunt Fern immediately jeered at Philip.

Her daughter was working at Lambda, while her poor cousin Martha's sonin-law was on the bottom rung of society, a mere food

deliveryman who subsisted on his wife's salary. The comparison made her feel like she was looking down on them from high

above, and it made her even prouder of her daughter. "Are you still making delivery rounds, Philip?" Fern asked with a sneer. Her

question made Martha and Charles go scarlet. They sat there awkwardly without a word. How embarrassing. They really should

not have come here for dinner tonight.