The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 424

"Oh, a delivery boy? But that makes no sense, didn't he say his wife is a chairwoman or something?" said someone in surprise.

"A chairwoman?

What does it matter if she's the chairwoman of some two-bit company?"

Fern rudely called Philip out. "Stop stuffing your face like that, Philip. Can't you hear that your elders are talking to you?" She was

proud and arrogant!

Mont saw what she was doing and wanted to stop her, but eventually he just shook his head helplessly.

He had already done enough to protect these poor relatives of his. To be honest, he also wanted to use

this chance to wake Philip up. He wanted to show Philip just how far behind he had fallen so far the

latter might buck up and go to work like a proper adult. It was so embarrassing for a man to live off his

wife like that. Martha also glared at Philip, who was still preoccupied with his food. She yelled, "Philip,

your aunt is talking to you! Say something!" Philip was embarrassing enough at home, but why did he

have to embarrass her when they were outdoors as well? At the same time, Wynn secretly tugged at

Philip's hand, signalling at him to be patient. They were all family, so he would just have to tolerate this

for a bit. Finally, Philip put his chopsticks down and smiled sheepishly.

"Thank you for your concern, Aunt Fern. I'll do my best." "Haha, don't be mad at me for being a little

strict with you, okay? Considering your background, if you don't put more effort into getting a decent

job, what will become of your future?" Fern was much happier now. She behaved like an elder,

teaching Philip an unsolicited lesson. "Even if Wynn is some chairwoman now, she's only the leader of

a small company. How much can she earn every year? If a man doesn't work harder, all he'll get is an

eventual divorce. If Wynn divorced you and you have nothing to show for yourself, what will you do for

the rest of your life?" "Yes, yes. You're absolutely right, Aunt Fern. I'll work hard." Philip nodded

decisively. He did not want to waste his time on this woman's nonsense, and he had no patience for the

way she lectured him as though she was his elder. "Here, Aunt Fern, Uncle Mont. I toast to your health

and your concern for me." With that, Philip stood up, held up his wine glass, and drained it. "Sorry, Aunt

Fern. I don't agree with what you just said. Philip is my husband, and even if he doesn't make anything

of himself, I'm still willing to take care of him." Wynn had been holding back all this time, but now she

stood up and declared her thoughts coldly. Fern loved conflict, of course, so she sniggered and said,

"Sure. I won't say anything if you insist on keeping such a useless man."

Martha yanked Wynn's arm angrily as well, saying below her breath, "What are you doing? Sit down!

Why defend that piece of trash?" The other people at the table watched the drama like mere

spectators, their contempt showing on their faces. Philip was never going to amount to anything in life

at this rate. He did not even dare to fight back after someone else insulted him so badly. In the end, his

wife had to stand up for him. What a worthless wretch!

Philip was no fool, and he could read their expressions to some extent. The Renners were still his

relatives and elders, so it was one thing for them to tell him off. What right did these strangers have to

look down on him, then?

Soon, Mont looked at his phone and then leaped to his feet excitedly. "He's here! Come on, follow me

and let's go greet him." Since the host had spoken, the guests could not stay put, could they? All of

them stood up and headed out of the room, going to the main hall instead. Mont stood at the front of

the group, while Philip stood on the edges, chatting happily with Wynn.

"Are you alright?" Wynn asked worriedly. After all, she was quite fed-up with all these people humiliating her husband too. Philip

shook his head and caressed Wynn's smooth little face. "It's fine, I'm used to it. I can deal with anything as long as you're with

me." Fern witnessed their little interaction, and her impression of Philip naturally worsened again. "Hmph, good-for-nothing. All

that man has is a sweet tongue. No wonder he's been poor all his life." Cindi threw her lot into the fray too, her words dripping

with sarcasm. Philip turned his face slightly to look at Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over

her ample bosom. Philip decided not to hold it against her. Real men should not fault women like that. Just then, a man in a black

suit and carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses,

speaking formally as he said, “Sorry I’m late, Mr. Renner. There was traffic.” “Oh no, don’t worry about it. I’m glad you could make

it at all, Director Cage! Come on, please come in.” Mont strode up to the man and shook his hand. The man was none other than

one of the higher-ups in Riverdale real estate, Director Nick Cage. “Sure.” Nick replied with a chuckle and followed Mont in. As

soon as he walked through the crowd, though, the sharp-eyed Nick immediately saw Philip standing in the corner.

Mr. Clarke?! Why was he here too?! Nick was elated. He hastily pushed everyone else aside and walked briskly toward Philip.

Nick had been on the phone with George Thomas just yesterday, and now he knew who Philip really was. All his life, Nick had

stayed in his line and sincerely worked his heart out for the people in this city. That was why George could not find any dirt on

him after Philip asked him to. Earlier that day, Philip had discussed that matter with George and eventually decided to let it pass.

Now, though, Mont and the others were left speechless. What was up with Director Cage?

Where was he going in such a hurry? Did he need the washroom? By the time they realized what was happening, they saw that

Nick was actually making a beeline for Philip, who was flirting with Wynn in the corner!