The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Philip smiled sheepishly and asked, “Mom, what’s the urgency?” Martha glared at him. “Stay here to add to our numbers, pretend to protest. You don’t have to care about anything else.” Then, Martha and a few other middle-aged men and women went to join the protest, screaming their lungs out. It was a shocking sight. Philip got some info from the bystanders and understood a bit of the situation. This was a financial investment company, and this group of older people had purchased some investment plans here.

They were supposed to get their returns today. However, the building was now empty, with only a few lower-level staff left and one manager. By the look of things, that was probably an illegal fund-raising scheme! Here was where the problem got serious. Companies like this usually targeted well-off middle-aged people, and once something took a downturn, they would run away, and the money would be gone. It was no wonder Martha was so anxious. Philip felt a headache coming. He went over and asked, “Mom, what did you buy? How much did you invest?” If it was only a small amount, Philip was not too worried. He was just afraid that his mother-in-law had invested a huge amount. Martha’s voice was almost gone from all the screaming. She glared at Philip but told him nonetheless, “I invested with that house your father and I live in. They said that the house was good for retirement and could rake in huge returns. If we invested this year, we could have two houses next year.” “What? Mom, you invested with the house?” Philip shouted. He knew that it was over this time. His mother-in-law was a retired university instructor, so how could she be so muddled?

to put the house up for investment? I’m just trying to ensure a better life for the future. Or what, should we rely on trash like you to take care of your father and me?” As Martha scolded, she felt panicked inside.

furious. “Don’t you tell Wynnie about this. Just stay here and shout. I’m calling Addy over. He should have a solution.” Martha gave Philip a warning glare before she turned to give Aiden a call. “Hello, Addy. It’s me, your Aunt Martha. Are you free right now? Can

her, because, in her eyes, he was trash. When the call ended, Martha was smiling happily. She then rolled her eyes at Philip and scolded, “What are you, a piece of rock? Start shouting!” Philip grunted a

still looked down on him as she mumbled, “Good-for-nothing