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?

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.

Wynn.” Aiden could not resist provoking and mocking Philip. Philip merely gave him a cold smile. “That has nothing to do with you.” Aiden snorted. “Unwilling to give up? Why don’t you look in a mirror? Uncle Johnston hates you. If

have to do your duty.” Theo became nervous and quickly nodded. If anyone else saw this, they would have definitely been shocked beyond words. The mob king, Theo Zander, to be this respectful to a plain young man and even seemed 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 million!” The crowd was admiring the painting as they discussed out loud. Ten million? Charles felt an indescribable shock and happiness when he heard this. Ten million for one painting! “Addy, are you really giving me this painting?” Charles turned to ask Aiden, who was standing beside him. It was ten million after all, how could the man just give it away like that? Aiden, of course, understood Charles’s meaning behind it. He said generously, “Uncle Johnston, this painting is naturally yours. I’m not familiar with collections, so this painting would only be worth its existence in