The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Philip got into the Audi and continued discussing Mila’s condition with Henry. Henry had already researched Mila’s condition for half a month now, and the success rate he could come up with was 80%! That meant a very high chance of complete recovery! They went to the hospital to take a look at Wynn. She was now safe but still unconscious due to the shock. Just after Philip left the hospital entrance with Henry, Keagan, and Theo in tow, he received a call from his father-in-law. Charles was furious as he bellowed,

“Philip! Where did you run off to? Where’s the painting I told you to deliver?” Slap! Philip smacked his forehead then remembered that he had left the house this morning to deliver a painting to Civil Gallery. How could he have forgotten it? Without another thought, Philip quickly said, “Send me to Southville Street.” Theo immediately went up to open the door of his Benz, inviting Philip in. Henry and Keagan, too, wanted to invite Philip into their own cars, but they were not as quick as Theo. “Let’s follow them,”

the coffee table then rushed out the door. Behind him, his mother-in-law continued to admonish, “Why did my daughter even marry such a wretched piece of trash! She must have been cursed by terrible luck!” Martha’s voice could be heard around the end of the street. The mouths of Theo, Henry, and Keagan, who had been standing beside their cars, twitched. This mother-in-law was too much. But, why was Mr. Clarke tolerating her when he was so powerful in reality? “To Civil Gallery. You guys can stop following me. If there’s anything, we’ll talk tomorrow.” Philip looked at Henry and the rest who still looked like they wanted to follow him. After Philip got in, the car drove toward Civil Gallery. Back at the

arrived yet. This flustered Charles! It was such a rare opportunity for him to finally shine in front of his old friends and a few of the famous collectors within the country, but this scene was now made awkward by his son-in-law. How could he not be furious? Aiden was standing beside Charles, unable to conceal the smirk on his face as he said,

painting. Tell us how much longer we must wait.” As everyone got restless, Charles could only smile and apologize. “It’ll be here soon, my sonin-law is on the way.” This sh*tty Philip! Once this exhibition ends, I will have Wynn divorce him! “Hehe, Charles, wouldn’t asking that crap of a sonin-law of yours to deliver that

the crowd, a balding middle-aged man started mocking. He was Charles’s rival, Benjamin Money. They were in the same department in their working days and had always been at each other’s throats. The rumors about Charles’s son-in-law being a wretched piece of