Chapter 228
The First Heir
The shop owner could no longer take it. He looked at his subordinates and then slapped Martha across
the face.
Immediately, Martha, who had been making threatening gestures and endless pesters, fell silent. Her
eyes were filled with rage as she stared at Philip.
She did not dare attack the shop owner, so she ran over to Philip and started scratching him
shrewishly. She yelled, âHow did I get such a useless son-in-law like you? I was slapped and youâre still
standing here! Youâre just a spineless coward! Iâm going to ask Wynn to divorce you!â
Philip felt rather helpless, but he did not want to argue about it with her. Hence, he turned around and
said to the shop owner, âIâm sorry. Weâll pay for it. Why donât we talk inside?â
The shop owner looked at Russell and nodded. âAlright, youâre quite reasonable, kid.â
After that, the few of them went back into the shop.
On the other hand, Martha continued to make a scene outside as she hurled extremely nasty
comments, âPhilip, if you intend to pay for the case, you should pay for it by yourself! This has nothing
to do with me nor my family!â
However, when Martha saw the cold gazes of the two huge men, she became as timid as a mouse.
Consequently, she lowered her head and stood in the corner as she glared at everyone in the room
fiercely while mumbling curses.
Over on the other side, Philip followed the shop owner into a room located in the shop.
âIâm sorry, Mr. Clarke. Itâs all my fault, Iâm responsible for this.â
Russell apologized to Philip the moment they got into the room.
The shop owner was shocked by what he heard and asked curiously, âMr. Field, what are you doing?â
Dang!
What was going on with Mr. Field? Why was he being so respectful toward the young man?
Russell smiled and said, âTom, this is Mr. Clarke. I mentioned him to you before.â
Clank!
The shop ownerâs heart skipped a beat, and he immediately invited Philip to take a seat.
So, he was the top tier nouveau riche who had invested two billion bucks in Russellâs company.
A white and blue porcelain vase was nothing to a rich man like him.
âUm, Mr. Clarke, Iâm so sorry. I didnât know who you were. Why donât we just disregard the payment for
the white and blue porcelain vase? Letâs treat it as a little something from me to you.â The shop owner
smiled flatteringly.
Philip waved his hand and said, âNo, thatâs a horse of another color. Thirty million is thirty million, and
Iâm not short of money. Give me your account later, Iâll ask my people to transfer the money to you.â
The shop owner looked at Russell and saw the latter nodding. So, he did not decline Philipâs offer.
After less than 5 minutes, Philip and the other two men walked out of the room together.
Martha was shocked when she saw Philip unharmed. She asked, âYouâre alright?â
âWhy wouldnât I be?â Philip asked.
The shop owner said politely, âPlease come back to our shop next time, Mr. Clarke. Let me escort you
out.â
Philip shook his head and said, âNo need.â
After he said that, they left the shop.
On the way out, Martha looked at Philip as if he was a ghost. However, an opportunity had finally
presented itself, so she asked, âPhilip, stop! Tell me honestly, do you have a secret stash of money that
youâre hiding from Wynn?â
A secret stash of money?
Philip shook his head and smiled. âMom, what are you talking about?â
Martha chuckled and said, âYouâre asking me what Iâm talking about? The shop owner kept insisting
that we pay him thirty million. How is it possible that he let you go if you didnât pay?â
Philip had to have a secret stash of money, and there was a chance he had a lot of it inside.
Nonetheless, thirty million was just impossible.
Martha was sure that the white and blue porcelain vase was fake. It was a tactic to scam people of their
money.
Philip explained, âMom, the vase was fake. Mr. Field was there, so the owner did not want to look into it
anymore. I ended up paying only a hundred thousand bucks.â
Philip could only come up with such an explanation.
âA hundred thousand?â
Martha raised her voice. When she heard a hundred thousand, she felt her heart drop. Martha yelled,
âYou spendthrift! Where did you get the hundred thousand bucks? Youâre still saying you donât have a
secret stash of money! Tell me, where did you get the money from? Do you have a mistress behind
Wynnâs back?â
Philip had to be having an affair outside.
Martha had to find out where he got that hundred thousand bucks from!
Philip felt helpless, and at the same time, extremely annoyed.
Martha was tormenting him too much.
âMom, thereâs no such thing. Stop indulging in flights of fancy,â said Philip. Then, he called a car to
send Martha home.
At the same time, a beautiful woman with a sweet-smelling scent walked over to Philip.
In a fit of anger, she slapped Philip across the face in front of Martha.
Chloeâs face was stone cold. Her long dress accentuated her perfect figure. Nonetheless, the only thing
occupying her mind was her hatred for Philip.
âWhat are you doing?â Philip was enraged. Was she insane?
âPhilip, you still dare to say youâre not doing anything shameful! Who is this little b*tch?â
Martha was furious. She stared at Chloe with resentment in her eyes.
The woman looked like a wh*re. She was obviously a homewrecker!
That was Marthaâs first impression of Chloe.
However, something amazing happened right after.
âAre you Philipâs mother in law?â Chloe asked as she stared at Martha with an icy expression on her
face; her eyes were extremely cold.
Martha was terrified. She felt fear in her heart as the other party looked at her like that. She said with a
guilty conscience, âYes, I am. Why? Who are you?â
Slap!
Chloe lifted her hand and slapped Martha across the face. She said coldly, âRemember, youâre not
qualified to ask who I am.â