The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

At the same time, Philip had reached Civil Gallery. Today was his father-in-law’s exhibition, so he had come to help out. As soon as he entered the door, Philip noticed that the hall had been luxuriously decorated. There was quality and taste. It was definitely not done simply. It seemed that Anna had put in a lot of effort. Jasmine then noticed Philip, who was looking around at the door. She walked over with a smile and greeted, “Hello, do you need my help with anything? Uhm, you are…” The exhibition today was extremely important. Manager Carter had instructed that everything had to be perfect as the guests today were all prominent figures in Riverdale City.

Hence, all the staff had to be respectful and humble. They should never judge a person by their looks. Jasmine had thought that Philip was a guest here for the exhibition. After all, she had already received a few, and they were now waiting at the resting area in the next hall. But to her surprise, it was him. Philip looked up and smiled faintly. “Hello, we meet again. I’m looking for Charles Johnston.” “Mr. Johnston?” Jasmine asked curiously before she put on a smile. Bowing slightly, she said, “Follow me, please.”

Philip nodded. This young lady was not bad, after all. She was very sincere.

answered with a smile, “I just got here.” Aiden walked over. He was dressed in an expensive navy blue suit, looking very handsome and emitting a domineering aura. He reached out to pat Philip on his shoulder and insulted him, “You shouldn’t be here

flared up. This rubbish actually dares to be this arrogant!

looking down on you.” The few people behind Aiden teased. “Philip, stand there!” Aiden was furious. When he recalled what happened yesterday, he got even more annoyed. He rushed over, clamped down on Philip’s shoulder, and said viciously, “A trash like you has no place inside Civil Gallery. Get out this instant!” “Shit! Is this Philip Clarke, the one you said who gave out a counterfeit painting?” “He looks really broke. With this poor getup, he looks like a farmer.” “A defect like this is actually Wynn Johnston’s husband? What a pity.” The few friends Aiden had brought over started insulting Philip. At this, Aiden finally felt a little better. Look at you, Philip, you’re such a disgrace. Wynn has lost all face just by being with trash like you. Philip frowned. His expression was a little dark. “I’m here to help.” “Help?” Aiden laughed out loud. “How hilarious! Is there a need for wretched trash like you to help out here? Can’t you see where this place is? Or what? Are you here to deliver food boxes to the prominent figures?” Aiden was now exposing his occupation to humiliate him. “Mr. Grant, he’s a delivery man? You didn’t tell us!” “No wonder he smells like sewers.” “Chase this person out immediately. Don’t let him taint the air inside.” The few people ridiculed without holding back. Philip frowned hard. He glared icily at Aiden and said, “Occupations are not divided by class. I don’t think making deliveries is dirty.” These people are real snobs. What’s wrong with making deliveries? Is it shameful?

be trash. They will never be presentable.” He then turned to Jasmine while pointing at Philip and said, “Why are you letting trash like him inside? Isn’t it just an insult to Civil Gallery? Hurry and chase him out.” Jasmine’s expression darkened. “I’m sorry, Mr. Grant. Our manager has instructed that everyone who comes here are guests. Please forgive me for being unable

this home.” This pitiful and foolish woman unwillingly changed into the humiliating outfit Gavin had given her. Fifteen minutes later, Wynn put on a trench coat, left the company building, and directly got into the Benz waiting at the entrance. Just in case, Wynn had typed out a message to Philip. She then carefully placed her phone in her bag. Gavin was sitting in the back seat. When he saw Wynn walking over in sensual steps, his mouth cracked into a hideous and lustful smile. Hahaha! Wynn Johnston, you wore it, after all. The

Martin. I’m sure Deputy Manager Johnston will love it,” said Jeffery with a smile and a cigar in his mouth. He poured a full glass for Wynn. However, Wynn did not take it. She refused to. “Mr. Scott, I can’t drink.” She then tugged on her trench coat to cover her legs because Jeffrey had been staring. Seeing Wynn hesitating, Gavin sitting nearby, said with a cold laugh, “Deputy Manager Johnston, my uncle has personally poured you wine. Isn’t it inappropriate if you don’t drink?” Jeffrey put the glass down on the coffee table and leaned back, saying coldly, “Deputy Manager Johnston, are you looking down on me? If that’s the case, we don’t need to talk about the collaboration anymore.” A blatant threat. Just moments through the door and already, he was showing his true colors. After Wynn pondered, she quickly took up the glass and said, “Please don’t get upset, Mr. Scott. I’ll drink.” Then, with a frown, she drank the whole glass of Remy Martin in one go. This was all for Mila, for her family. “Mr. Scott, here, this should do it, right?” Wynn wiped the corners of her mouth and gestured to the empty glass. Jeffrey clapped, smiling to his eyes. “Deputy Manager Johnston has great alcohol tolerance.” For the next half an hour, Wynn was continuously forced to drink by Jeffrey and Gavin until she felt her head spin and fell to the sofa, mumbling drunken words. Gavin and Jeffrey exchanged glances. The latter immediately got up and walked to Wynn, flashing a dirty smile. “Deputy Manager Johnston… Deputy Manager Johnston,