Chapter 5
The First Heir
âWhy are you here?â Wynn frowned and glanced at the Bentley beside Philip. âDid he just come out
from that car? Is this my wretched husband? Or do delivery companies now deliver meals in Bentleys?â
âI⦠I, uhmâ¦â Philip stammered then swept a look at George who was smiling like a flower through the
window.
The old man quickly put out a hand and said, âYoung man, thank you. Itâs thanks to you that I finally
found this place. Let this old man treat you to a meal next time to show my gratitude.â
Philip smiled and nodded politely. âThatâs okay, sir. Please take care on your way back.â
The tone of his voice hinted to the elderly man to leave quickly. George did not reply anything but
smiled and nodded at Wynn before asking the driver to move away.
Wynn froze in shock!
âWasnât⦠Wasnât that the chairman of Apex Group, President Thomas?! The wealthiest man in the city!
And Philip was just in the same car with him!â
âDo you know George Thomas?â Wynn looked back at Philip, surprised.
Philip shrugged. âNo, I donât. That old thing was lost, so I just led the way.â
âThat old thing?â The corner of Wynnâs mouth twitched. âHe had called the wealthiest man in the city
âthat old thingâ? How rude!â
âWhat do you mean by âold thingâ? That man is the wealthiest in Riverdale, the president of Apex
Group!â Wynn rolled her eyes at Philip.
This man was senseless. The more Wynn looked at him, the more contempt she felt. She merely said
coldly, âPhilip, donât forget that my father will be hosting a get-together this weekend at Virtuous Court.
Prepare some gifts.â
âI never said I would go,â answered Philip.
âYou!â Wynn was irked. She had put in a lot of effort to persuade her father, telling him that Philip would
come and apologize to him, and she hoped that her father would not give him such a hard time. But,
what was with Philipâs attitude? Forget it, forget him. She must have been blind back then to fall for this
man.
âDo as you please then!â Wynnâs temper flared up, and with a twist of her slender waist, she turned to
leave.
As Philip watched her leave, he noticed that she had changed clothes. She even seemed to be wearing
perfume and had makeup on. Philip was puzzled as he saw her enter a large building. He started
pondering, âDidnât Wynn say she was going back to the office? Why was she here? And where was
this? Itâs Hilton Hotel!â
At the thought of that, Philip felt anger rise in him. He was putting in so much effort at work, but she
came to a hotel?
This would not do. He must follow her and see what was going on!
Wynn was very stressed out today. First, her daughterâs heart disease had relapsed under the care of
that irresponsible Philip. Next, she had to worry about that whole matter with Juan Parker, and after she
returned to the office, one of her projects was facing some challenging patch.
The president of this project stood her up and insisted that she come for a discussion at the Hilton.
Wynn had wanted to refuse, but the client was using the project to pressure her, so she had to show
up. This project was worth a million!
Just then, her phone rang. âHello, President Warren, Iâve arrived. Where are you?â
âIâm waiting for you at the restaurant on the sixth floor,â The mellow voice of a man sounded from the
other end of the call.
âAlright, President Warren, Iâll be over soon,â Wynn smiled.
After she hung up, Wynn let out a sigh, looking a little hesitant as she stared at the elevator before
finally deciding to go upstairs after all.
The moment the elevator doors closed, Philip appeared in the lobby and saw that Wynn had gone up
from afar. He ran after her, but a cold, mocking voice stopped him instead.
âWow, isnât this my cousin brother-in-law who works as a delivery man? Are you delivering to the
Hilton?â
Philip turned his head to see a gorgeous and fashionable couple, leaning close to each other. The girl
had her arms crossed with a mocking expression as she leaned into the arms of a tall and handsome
man.
âLynn Johnston?â Philip frowned before taking note that the elevator had stopped on the sixth floor.
The girl walked over with a taunting look and laughed. âWhat a coincidence to see you here. It looks
like your area of coverage is extensive.â
This girl was Lynn Johnston, Wynnâs younger cousin sister. She was only a freshman in college, but
she looked like a fine woman.
âLynnie, whoâs this?â The handsome man beside Lynn signaled her with his eye and asked.
Lynn immediately snorted. âHeâs my cousin brother-in-law. Didnât I tell you before? The one whose
business failed and had to do deliveries for a living. He even borrowed a few thousand bucks from me
but hasnât returned it yet.â
Lynn had always looked down on Philip because he was just rubbish! She always felt that a frog like
him did not match up to her cousin. While the man did marry her cousin sister, it was more accurate to
say he married into her family instead. How shameful.
âHaha, this is the cousin brother-in-law youâve been talking about?â The man laughed out loud, the
mockery visible in his eyes.
Philip was starting to get annoyed. He was Lynnâs cousin brother-in-law after all, so what was she
trying to achieve by getting outsiders to humiliate him too?
âIâll return you the money, but I have something to do now. So, I wonât keep both of you company,â
Philip forced out a smile.
Lynn was still Wynnâs cousin sister, so as an elder, Philip felt that he should exercise more tolerance. If
she knew that he was now the heir to the worldâs largest consortium, he wondered what expression
Lynn would have right now and how would she react?
Humans are always superficial and ignorant.
âReturn me the money? Iâm not counting on it. With your pay as a delivery man, would it even be
enough to cure Mila?â Lynn asked sarcastically.
Her cousin brother-in-law was trash! And that little b*tch should have never been born! Lynn did not
think much of Philip, so naturally, she felt the same for his daughter.
When Philip heard this, his expression gradually turned cold. âLynn Johnston, I am still your cousin
brother-in-law. Donât you think youâre too rude?â
âHah!â Lynn snorted. âIâve never acknowledged you as my cousin brother-in-law. You just happened to
be clinging onto my cousin sister and married into our family, nothing more.â
âHow shameless! Who did he think he was to use his identity to pressure her?â
âWow, heâs a live-in son-in-law?â Lynnâs boyfriend laughed, sounding surprised. How wretched was this
man to be able to stoop so low?
Lynn waved her hand before tugging her boyfriendâs arm and said, âForget it, letâs go, Hugh. Standing
beside a person like this makes the air all greasy and smelly.â
Philipâs eyes darkened. His hands balled into fists as he watched Lynn swaying her hips and walking
away with her boyfriend in tow. The two people were still mumbling to each other.
âYour cousin brother-in-law is worthless.â
âHeâs not my cousin brother-in-law. If you keep saying that, Iâll stop talking to you.â
Philip took a deep breath to calm his emotions. He should not be bothering himself with brats like them.
He then turned around and ran into the elevator to go up to the sixth floor. He had circled the whole
area before finally noticing Wynnâs silhouette inside a Western restaurant through a glass wall.
What the f*ck!
What angered him was the sight of a bald and oily fat man sitting across Wynn, reaching out his arm as
he tried to touch Wynnâs hand with a disgusting expression on his face.
âOh, a cuckoo bird! Wait, where is it going? This is not a beautiful sight at all!â Philip was furious! He
dug out his phone and called Wynn immediately.
Inside the restaurant, Wynn tactfully rejected Manager Warrenâs goodwill countless times, but the man
was unwilling to give up. He was even trying to touch her hand. It was at this moment, her phone
suddenly rang. This was her chance to take a breather.
âIâm sorry, Manager Warren, let me take this call,â said Wynn, and she stood up to walk out of the
restaurant.
Manager Warrenâs tiny eyes narrowed as he stared at Wynnâs back profile. He could not stop himself.
He was thinking to himself that he will surely punish this proud woman tonight!
âHello, Philip, is something up?â Wynn stood outside the restaurant.
âIâm in front of you.â
Wynn then abruptly looked up to see Philip staring coldly at her. She frowned in confusion. âWhy was
he here?â
âAre you following me?â Wynn walked over with a frosty expression and asked icily.
She had just run into Philip downstairs, and now he was here at the restaurant entrance.
What was this if it was not stalking?
âExcellent job Philip, youâre even starting this disgusting hobby of stalking someone now?â
Philip laughed, âI donât have that kind of time to be following you. I just happened to pass by.â He then
glanced over at the fatty inside the restaurant and asked, âWhoâs he? Is he more important than Mila?
To come out and meet this fat man instead of going to the hospital. Youâre something, arenât you?â
Wynn was annoyed by Philipâs interrogative tone, but she explained nonetheless, âA business partner.
Weâre here for a business discussion.â
âA business discussion? I saw him making moves on you. Are you having a business discussion or a
date?â Philip questioned.
Wynnâs expression darkened. She crossed her arms and said in a hateful tone, âPhilip Clarke, what are
you trying to say? Are you suspecting me of an affair? I grind myself away every day, working just to
earn money to cure Mila! But, what about you? Does making deliveries every day earn you a great
future? I have asked you to apologize to my parents, but have you done that? Youâre just a coward!â
As she spoke, Wynn grew more agitated as tears started to pool in her eyes. She turned away and
sniffled. âForget it. Itâs no use telling you anything. Iâm not coming back tonight.â
Was she not coming back?
Philip was dumbstruck. âDid she mean she was going to stay out tonight? With this fatso?â
âWhat if I can help you?â asked Philip. Seeing Wynn in this state, Philip could easily guess that this
discussion was not easy. That business partner must be threatening her. At the same time, he felt
guilty, realizing that his attitude had been inappropriate earlier.
âWhat can you help me with? Can you bring me a one million dollar worth of order?â Wynn laughed.
Her tone was cold. She never counted on Philip to be able to help her with anything.
âItâs just a one million dollar order, I canâ¦â said Philip. He did not lack the money now. With just one
sentence from him, he could even buy over Wynnâs company, much less a million-dollar project. It was
a piece of cake!
âPhilip, thatâs enough. I donât need you to worry about my troubles,â answered Wynn coldly before
turning around and going back into the restaurant.
âDonât need me to worry? But, youâre my wife!â Philip stared after Wynn with a bitter smile and then took
out his phone.