Chapter 784
The First Heir
On the other side, Seth eagerly said, âHahaha, donât forget we have someone by the name of Clarke
here too, right, Philip?â
The crowd immediately turned unfriendly eyes toward Philip.
Him?
How could he ever be the billionaire Mr. Clarke?
What a joke!
âHehe, if Philip is that Mr. Clarke, Iâm most willing to kneel and apologize to him,â Jacey said
contemptuously, her eyes full of disdain toward Philip.
âYou really do have to have to kneel down and apologize,â Philip said indifferently, a trace of chill in his
eyes.
âWhat? Did I hear it wrongly? Do you really think youâre that Mr. Clarke? Rubbish!â
Jacey immediately jumped to her feet, pointed at Philipâs nose while cursing. She was even about to hit
him.
Seth also defended his wife. He pushed Philip and chastised, âWorthless bum! Stop being so
shameless. Wynn is the one who helped us on this matter. What has anything got to do with you?
Besides, can you be that Mr. Clarke? That person is worth hundreds of billions of assets, and every
hand is an investment worth a hundred million. Do you have that kind of money?â
Seth felt very scornful toward Philipâs patronizing attitude.
Did he really regard himself as an important character?
He was just a live-in son-in-law!
âWhat if I said I do?â
Philip did not back down but looked at Seth coldly instead. He had regretted it.
The Green family was not worthy of his help.
Hahaha!
Everyone laughed uproariously at his question.
âWhat? Are you saying youâre that Mr. Clarke?â Jacey sneered at this moment, her face wrinkled with
smiles. The look in her eyes was filled with superiority as if she was looking at a beggar.
âGosh, Iâm about to die from laughter. Sister Martha, is your Philip suffering from a delusion?â
âWhat an idiot! This is too embarrassing. How shameful!â
âHey, their last names are the same, but this one is simply too brazen!â
Several peers and elders all laughed and looked at Philip mockingly.
In their eyes, Philip was nothing but a joke.
On the other hand, Philip stood there indifferently, looking at the ugly behavior of this group of people.
He was feeling doleful.
Sure enough, the rich would have distant relatives even if they lived in the mountains, while the poor
would have no one even if they lived in the city.
Philip sneered internally but did not expose them.
He knew that anything he said would be in vain right now. He was already used to such treatment, so
he would rather deal with less.
At this time, Jacey sat next to Wynn and asked, âWynn, say, why did Mr. Clarke agree to the
investment after you made one call? And itâs 100 million at that! And you still claim that you donât know
him?â
âThatâs right, Wynnie, tell us the truth. Are you keeping something from us?â
âI agree. When this Mr. Clarke heard that you needed a favor, he just helped you without another word.
What else if heâs not interested in you?â
All the old ladies crowded around Wynn.
Martha also said excitedly, âWynnie, tell me, do you know him? If you do, bring him to our house for a
meal someday. You must grab hold of such a rich young man. Donât waste the opportunity!â
As she said that, she glared contemptuously at Philip who stood next to them and sneered, âUnlike
someone who has nothing to contribute to this family⦠All bark and no bite!â
That Philip was a rich young master but had gone bankrupt recently. Martha did not tell the relatives
about this.
She did not wish for the relatives to change their opinions about Philip at all.
Even if Philip had a good temper, he could not tolerate so many people mocking him at the same time.
Upon seeing this, Wynn quickly got up and said, âThatâs enough, letâs stop talking about this. Mom,
donât be ridiculous. Iâve never met Mr. Clarke before. I really donât know whatâs going on. Iâll ask about it
later.â
Having said that, she pulled Philip out the front door.
Wynn stood at the door in a huff. âTheyâre going to be the death of me. How can they say that about
you? Youâre my husband after all!â
Philipâs mouth curled up at the corners as he looked at Wynn pouting with her arms crossed. He
walked over, pinched her red lips, and said, âDonât be angry. Just look at your pouty mouth.â
Wynn rolled her eyes at him and said, âHow could I not be angry? If theyâre not my elders, Iâd be yelling
at them already!â
Suddenly!
A voice called out from a distance.
âMadam Johnston.â
Hearing this, Wynn turned to look and saw a middle-aged man in a gray suit walking down from a black
Mercedes.
âMr. Sawyer, why are you here?â
Wynn was stunned. The man in front of her was the person in charge of Milanelson Angel Investment
Group, Mr. Ian Sawyer!
With a smiling face, Ian trotted over and reached out a hand to Philip, saying, âMisterâ¦â