The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 13

“Since Mr. Clarke isn’t here, I won’t disturb you any longer. Please have a great time.” Javier had come so suddenly and left after delivering gifts, leaving the crowd shocked. Charles coughed with the card still in his hand and asked, “Does any of you know this Mr. Clarke?” Everyone shook their heads. A figure powerful enough to have the owner of Virtuous Court personally bring over delicious food and great wine was not someone they could be acquainted with their lowly status. “Could it be Philip Clarke?” No one knew who had said this for fun, but the whole room burst into laughter.

“Stop joking, how could it be that trash? If it were him, I’d eat these wine bottles.” “Other than having the same last name, what else does our cousin brother-in-law have to show for?” A few of the youngsters were mocking without reserve. Wynn found it hard to bear, so she scolded furiously,

“That’s enough! What are you guys saying? He is still your cousin brother-in-law no matter what!” Tsk! A few of the youngsters cocked up their eyebrows arrogantly but said nothing more. Charles chimed in and asked everyone to stop making a fuss. Charles’ friends were now extremely envious of him. “Charles, my man, how could you? You know such a powerful figure, but you didn’t introduce him to us.” “This too much. First, it’s a treasured painting. Now, there’s a ‘Mr. Clarke’.” “Come, come, come, forget about all those. These are precious liquors, a king’s drink, waiting to be tasted.” Charles felt it a waste to consume them all now, so he kept one bottle and opened the other. The others did not say anything because being able to have one taste of those liquors was enough to last them a lifetime.

art gallery has ‘Clarke’ as the last name. Could he have known that it

but the boss of the gallery was

hoped to keep a low profile. “Really? Then, I must thank Mr. Clarke properly. He’s just too kind.” Charles was

he’s also a collector.” “I will, surely,” Aiden happily promised. To be able to be held in such high

to mock. “His gift was quite nice, although it’s a fake.” Wynn had just reached the door when she heard this. She clenched her fists and left without ever looking back. As soon as she left, the group started discussing this mysterious Mr. Clarke while belittling Philip. Not long after he had left Virtuous Court, Philip received a text message: Mr. Clarke, this is Javier Morris. Everything is going well, and your father-in-law is delighted. Javier

doctor say that as long as we can pay one million, Mila can get her surgery done?” Wynn’s eyes were completely red. “Mila’s three years old now. It’s the best time for her to get treatment.” Philip looked at the sleeping little girl and said, “I know. I’ll find a way.” “Find a way? What ways can you possibly think

different. “Wynnie, trust me. I will definitely give Mila the best treatment, and I will definitely make up to the hurt that you’ve been feeling for the past two years.” Philip hugged Wynn’s shoulders but the latter pushed him away. Wynn was extremely disappointed. He was always saying this, but not once did it come true. “Enough, I don’t want to hear anymore. I will discharge Mila and take her with me tomorrow. I will find a solution myself.” Wynn wiped her tears and said resolutely. “Wynnie, I’m actually…” Philip could not resist. But the moment he spoke, Wynn shot him a glare. “You’re what? You’re a useless piece of trash!” said Wynn icily. Philip was then pushed out of the ward while Wynn stayed inside with Mila. In the long quiet corridor outside the ward, Philip recalled how disappointed Wynn had looked at him. Wynn, I’m actually the son of the world’s wealthiest man. I have trillions in assets. Philip left the hospital himself and called George. “George, how is the arrangement going for my daughter’s treatment?” On the other end, George respectfully

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