The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Philip frowned at Aiden. The latter glared furiously at him and smirked.

“You’re even late at the simple request of delivering a painting. Aren’t you just blatantly disrespecting Uncle Johnston?” Slap! Charles had come over with an infuriated expression and slapped Philip hard across the face. He bellowed in anger, “Why do I have such a useless son-in-law like you?

made Aiden ecstatic. Great slap! Trash like this should get slapped more often. A biting chill flashed in Philip’s eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. Lowering his head, Philip said, “I’m sorry, Dad. I was a little delayed on the way.” “Hmph!” Charles let out a cold snort. He took the painting, composed his emotions, then turned around smilingly to walk away. “Come, come, here’s the authentic painting by Tang Bohu, the Companionship at the Spring Mountains.” Aiden stood haughtily

“Unwilling to give up? Why don’t you look in a mirror? Uncle Johnston hates you. If

to be a little frightened by him, would stir up great news! Philip took a deep breath then stood in the corner of the exhibition hall, doing nothing. The other side of the gallery was crowded as Charles proudly shared his painting with his old friends and fellow collectors. That overflowing happiness on the older man’s face made Philip a little worried on the inside. Would his father-in-law really force Wynn to divorce him? Just how should he save his broken marriage? “Charles, this painting is really great! It’s an authentic piece!” “If you auction it away, it would be worth at least five million!” “I don’t think so. I say it might even be worth ten