Chapter 18
The First Heir
Philip smiled. âIâm here to take a look.â What a coincidence to run into Aiden here.
âTake a look? Whatâs there for you to see?â Aiden sounded displeased. âDo you know where this is? Is
this a place someone like you can enter? Get out this instant!â
Aiden hated Philip. The broke man had stolen his goddess from him, and now, he even came to Civil
Gallery for a stroll. Did this man not realize that he was tainting this gallery with his existence?
Philip frowned slightly, feeling irked. âWhy canât I be here to look?â
This Aiden Grant had no idea that the man standing in front of him was the new owner of Civil Gallery,
so he still had the gall to look down on him. Philip felt disgusted.
âHahaha!â Aiden laughed out incredulously. âPhilip, youâre such a fool. Do you know what kind of
people are allowed in Civil Gallery?â
âThis, I really donât know,â Philip calmly answered.
Aiden tipped his chin up, already forgotten what he came here to do. When else would he humiliate
Philip if not now?
âThe people who are allowed here are all prominent figures of Riverdale City. Their net worth starts
from at least ten million.â Aiden cocked an eyebrow and mocked, âTrash like you at the lowest level of
society donât even have the right to stand at the entrance, do you understand?
âI donât even know why Wynn would marry you. I feel sorry for her.â
Ruthless mockery and words of contempt. In Aidenâs eyes, Philip was only a tiny ant while he was an
elephant. He could easily squash him dead.
âOh, is that so? Is there a rule like that?â All of a sudden, Philip turned to ask Anna who had been
standing beside him.
Aiden then finally noticed the beautiful and endearing woman next to Philip. This is⦠the manager of
Civil Gallery, Anna Carter!
Aiden immediately put on a smile, wanting to shake her hand.
However, Anna shot him a look of disdain before answering Philip, âThere isnât.â This Aiden Grant really
had guts. He had been begging to meet Mr. Clarke, but he did not know that Mr. Clarke was now
standing directly in front of him. He had even mocked him!
Aiden was stunned and confused. âManager Carter, what do you mean there isnât? Doesnât this rule
exist since the founding of the gallery?â
The previous owner, Theo Zander, had set this rule for Civil Gallery. No one in Riverdale City dared to
oppose it.
âOh, itâs non-existent now,â answered Anna coldly.
Bullsh*t! Aiden was dumbstruck. What was going on today? The great manager of Civil Gallery, Anna
Carter, was speaking up for penniless trash.
âManager Carter, youâ¦â Aiden did not know what else to say. He glared at Philip with envy and hate.
âWhat are you still standing here for? Beat it!â He loathed Philip.
Anna frowned hard. The way Aiden was scolding her boss irritated her. However, it seemed that Mr.
Clarke wanted this settled quietly, so Anna spoke up, sounding annoyed, âMr. Grant, your attitude is
very displeasing. Mr. Clarke has specifically told us not to discriminate people, so the rules of Civil
Gallery have changed.â
âRight, right, Mr. Clarke is absolutely right.â Aiden, who had been so arrogant just a second earlier, was
now nodding like an obedient child. Although he was more successful than Anna, in terms of fame, he
still lost to her. She was a follower of Theo Zander! And the manager of Civil Gallery! Civil Gallery itself
was already enough to make someone show respect.
However, Annaâs next words were like lightning bolts striking down on Aiden. His face turned an
uncomfortable green. âBut I find Mr. Grantâs attitude earlier dissatisfactory. Our Civil Gallery will never
rent out our space to people who look down on others, so please leave,â said Anna.
Aiden flared up upon hearing this. He had come to plead today, but he ended up digging his own grave.
At the same time, his hostility for Philip grew! It was this poor manâs fault that he could not control
himself.
Aiden shot a vicious glare at Philip, who seemed to stifle a smile then humbled himself to say,
âManager Carter, I think we can still negotiate.â
Anna kept quiet like she was in deep thought.
Aiden was so anxious like he was standing on needles. âManager Carter, how about this. Iâll do
anything you ask of me. I only hope that the exhibition on Saturday can proceed as planned. Please
help me, Manager Carter, to put in a few good words with Mr. Clarke.â
Anna feigned consideration then nodded.
This made Aiden happy.
âAlright. If Mr. Grant can do the following task, I will promise to allow the exhibition on Saturday.â A
cunning glint flashed in Annaâs eyes.
âPlease tell me. I can definitely do it,â said Aiden anxiously.
âApologize to him.â Anna pointed at Philip.
Aidenâs eyes immediately widened, and he shrieked, âApologize to him? Manager Carter, are you
kidding? Thatâs a