The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 361

Philip supposed he understood Frank’s incessant desire to act pretentious.

Frank seemed to feel the most comfortable basked in the envious gazes of Wynn and Martha. Indeed, men with specific

advantages were more prone to receiving better resources. With how things were going, perhaps all he needed was a little extra

effort and a young woman like Wynn would easily become his. Stop, stop, stop! Taking in his expression, Philip realized that

Frank was a man of high maintenance. “You have to tell Aunt Martha if you ever manage to contact this Young Master Clarke,

okay Frank? Aunt Martha here wants to treat this Young Master Clarke to a meal and maybe get to know him a little bit.” Martha

gazed at Frank with nothing but anticipation.

“Of course, Aunt Martha. That won't be too difficult considering how Young Master Clarke and I are

rather close.” Frank added shamelessly as if it was the truth. Lifting his wrist to check the time, he told

Wynn, “Oh, and Wynn. There’ll be a dinner event tonight with a few other chairmen of pharmaceutical

enterprises. Will you care to join us? We might invite Young Master Clarke as well.” Hearing him, Wynn

turned to look at Philip. Seeing as the latter made no sign to stop her, she agreed. “Sure. Perhaps my

cousin-in-law will be so kind as to introduce me, then?” Wynn was reluctant to attend. After all, the

event was at night, and she was pregnant with a child.

It was only natural she would want to avoid any form of socializing if she could. However, this was the

young master of Clark Group they were talking about as well as numerous chairmen from different

pharmaceutical enterprises who would be there for the sake of settling partnership. It would not bode

well for Wynn to avoid such an important event. That was why she wanted to hear Philip’s view on the

matter. That was a detail everyone present seemed to have caught on. Martha wore an expression of

displeasure, for she did not believe such trash should have the right of any

‘view on the matter’. Samantha snorted. Wynn was hilarious. Why did she feel the need to ask for

Philip’s opinion on such a trivial matter? “Oh? Seems like Philip’s the head of the family, huh, Martha?”

Paula was hardly an amicable person, and so her tone dripped with unadulterated mocking as she

rolled her eyes. She was evidently looking down on them. ‘As if a piece of trash like him will be able to

hold back a sly wolf such as Wynn Johnston.’

How could Martha just let the comment slip? That was the line she despised hearing the most. ‘A

useless scum like Philip being the head of the family?

‘Die, damned b*stard!’ “Pour us tea, Philip!” Martha barked at Philip. Just like that, Paula’s family sat

back and watched the scene unfold with condescension in their eyes. Could Martha possibly order

Philip around?

Wynn’s expression shifted, but she did not comment on it. Not when she knew her mother was merely doing so to prove her

status in the family.

Philip understood as well. Not wanting to have a conflict with Martha today, he followed through and poured everybody a cup of

tea. Mainly, he did not want to disgrace Wynn in front of Paula’s family. For his wife, he would take it in stride. Martha’s mood

elevated at Philip’s obedience. She could not imagine the humiliation she would feel had he not complied at all. “The floor’s dirty.

Go mop up the house.” Martha began to demand more and ordered Philip around the house. Hearing Martha, Philip went to

retrieve the mop and cleaned up the floor that had been trampled dirty. However, Paula proceeded to purposefully knock over a

cup of water and littered the floor with sunflower seed shells as she laughed tauntingly. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Philip. I might have

accidentally dirtied the spot you just cleaned up. Can I bother you to mop it up again?” ‘That was unnecessary!’ Anger flared and

slightly tinted Philip’s expression. Martha was his mother-in-law, and he was fine with cleaning if that was what she ordered. ‘Who

do you think you are, Paula Yates?’ Wynn stood in time before he could rage, tugging at Philip to whisper in his ear, “Don’t sulk.

Just hold on for a little longer, she’s my Aunt Paula.” ‘Hmph!’ Philip huffed a breath of indignance but mopped again anyway.

Martha, on the other hand, was as enraged as she was nervous. Her back was drenched in her cold sweat. She was nervous

about whether Philip would opt not to listen and beat Paula up. However, she was enraged. Why did Philip not beat Paula up?

After seeing Wynn coax Philip out of it, Martha began to grumble internally. ‘Why’d you coax him out of it?’ Having cleaned the

area again, Paula spoke bossily again, “You’ve done well teaching him, Martha. What an obedient son-in-law you have here.”

Martha smiled, pleased with herself. “Of course. I’m the owner of the house, after all.” Right then, Frank suddenly suggested.

“How about we go for lunch together?” Nobody objected, and Martha was more than grateful to eat out. Especially when the

thought of food cooked by a good-for-nothing like Philip made her sick. With that, everybody got ready to leave. Martha turned

around and told Philip, “I don’t think you should go. Mila’s still at the hospital, right? Go look after her.” Were they not welcome of

him joining?