Chapter 51
The First Heir
Philip felt the hair on his skin stand under the scrutiny of the crowd. He then saw Aiden walking over to
him with a smirk.
âPhilip, try repeating what youâve said just now. I didnât hear it clearly.â Aiden looked patronizing. This
Philip really likes to speak up wherever heâs not needed. Doesnât he know his place? To even dare to
spout such nonsense. If I, Aiden Grant, canât settle this, would a piece of trash like him be able to?
Philip pouted. After some thought, he answered honestly, âI said that the matter today would not be as
easy as it seems. There might be illegal fund-raising involved in this, so I donât think a favor from
someone would be able to solve it. Hence, Iâd like to ask a friend for help. Is there a problem?â
At this, Aiden immediately snorted. âHoly sh*t, youâre really something Philip. You even have friends
now? Why? Feel like playing hero today? Sure, why donât you handle this?â
After Aiden spoke, the older folks around started bombarding insults.
âMartha, what does your son-in-law mean? Does he want to take the lead? He looks so shabby, what
can he do? Wouldnât this just be an embarrassment?â
âThis is Marthaâs son-in-law, a wretched piece of trash who makes deliveries. What can he do? Stop
acting almighty and talking big!â
âYoungsters nowadays really like to dream too far without being realistic. Perhaps heâs feeling upset
cause he saw how capable Aiden is.â
Martha was immediately furious when she heard her friendâs mocking Philip. Slap! She threw a hard
slap across Philipâs face and yelled angrily, âBeat it! Thereâs nothing for you to do here! One more word
from you, and Iâll make Wynnie divorce you!â
Philip froze. He could feel his cheeks boil. His gaze turned cold as a fire burned in his chest. However,
he could not show his mother-in-law any temper.
After she was done scolding Philip, Martha tugged on Aidenâs arm apologetically and smiled at him.
âAddy, donât listen to Philipâs nonsense. What does a slacking piece of trash like him know? We still
need you to help us with this.â
This was like a soap opera in the eyes of the crowd. They only found it more amusing as they watched
on. The crowdâs insults and mockery became harsher at this, and that pleased Aiden even more. He
was here to show off his capabilities and connections to his future mother-in-law today, so how could
he let Philip take that glory from him? Moreover, what right did trash like Philip have to put on an act in
front of him?
At this thought, Aiden lifted his chin and stared down at Philip condescendingly. âDidnât you say you can
solve this? Then, you do it. I want to see just what you, Philip Clarke, can do to settle this issue today.â
Philip frowned hard. When he noticed how his mother-in-law was glaring at him like she wanted to
swallow him alive, and the dark expressions of all the older folks around as they gritted their teeth,
Philip knew that he should not do anything. âIâm sorry, my friend has something up, so he canât help.
Why donât you do it, after all.â Philip sighed.
Aiden chuckled. He gave Philip a vicious shove then said cheekily, âSince you donât have any
capabilities, why did you put on an act earlier? Envious of me?â Itâs so obvious that youâre jealous of
me. I, Aiden Grant, am so handsome, so rich. What rights do you, Philip, have to act in front of me?
However, Philip merely smiled and stood quietly in a corner. Why should he waste time talking to a
narcissist?
At this, the crowd burst into laughter.
âThere are so many types of youngsters today. Doesnât he feel ashamed? Heâs dressed so shabbily
and even talks nonsense. Now that itâs backfired, heâs behaving like a coward.â
âDonât say that. Heâs still Marthaâs son-in-law. Although heâs a piece of trash, at least he has good in-
laws.â
As Philip listened to these baseless gossips, he felt helpless. His mother-in-law was even now cozying
up to Aiden, chattering happily with him, seemingly closer to him than she was with this son-in-law of
hers. Philip went to a corner, and when no one was looking, he called Theo.
At the same time, within the private room of a prestigious hotel, the interior design was luxurious and
there were tall, beautiful staff waiting inside. Theo was enjoying himself, having a drink with a middle-
aged fat man. To be more precise, that middle-aged fat man was trying to flatter Theo.
The large man was smiling brightly as he took out a silver bank card from his black wallet and, together
with a stack of contracts, handed it respectfully to Theo who was currently smoking a cigar.
If there were anyone else in the room, they would definitely recognize this large middle-aged man. The
president of Lucrative Funds Finance Company, Lamar Collins.
âBrother Theo, this is the companyâs bonus from last month. There are six million dollars, and here are
thirteen real estate contracts,â said Lamar.
Theo narrowed his eyes and nodded, asking his men to receive the offerings without restraint. He then
patted Lamarâs shoulder with a smile and said, âMr. Collins, this will be the last time. Donât look for me
again after this. Your company is dangerous, and Iâve already cleaned my hands from this field. I will
advise you to convert your business as well. If things get serious, you might need to go to prison.â
Lamar answered with a smile, âDonât worry, Brother Theo. This had nothing to do with you. So, if
anything happens, I will be solely responsible. This is just my little token of appreciation. If it werenât for
you supporting me back then, I would have never made it today.â
Theo nodded and said nothing else.