The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 159

After that icy woman left the meeting room, everyone still could not calm down. Wynn’s face was burning. She did not even know who that was. However, it seemed like she knew Philip. Derrick looked apologetic. He said, “Director Stanley, I’m sorry about that. Um, about our collaboration...”

Director Stanley smiled and tried to soothe the awkwardness. “Of course there’s nothing wrong with the collaboration. We can just…” Before he could finish, Director Stanley’s phone rang. After he answered the call, Director Stanley said a few things before his face fell. “Alright, I got it.”

“What’s wrong, Director Stanley? What’s going on?” Derrick could read the changes in Director Stanley’s face. Did something happen? “I’m sorry, Mr. Hall, Miss Johnston. We have to stop this collaboration. I don’t really know the details. I have to go back and discuss this further with Director Turner. I’m sorry.” Director Stanley said that and left with his people. There were now only Derrick and his people in the meeting room. Everyone stood with confusion on their faces. Naturally, everyone was looking at Wynn deviously. “Miss Johnston, what’s going on? Do you know that woman?”

might have something to do with that woman. Especially when that woman mentioned that spineless coward, Philip Clarke! Damn it! Did Philip get into trouble and cause this collaboration between Beacon and Turner to fail?

Beacon to hit the market but it’s all ruined now by Miss Johnston!” “Who was that woman? She’s so cold and fierce. I’m still scared!” A few people were discussing it noisily. There was dissatisfaction toward Wynn in their conversations. Derrick slammed his hand

suspicion and disapproval toward her in

left everything to Agnes as he believed in Agnes’ abilities.

She looked obedient and lovable. Philip could not accept this sudden change. He asked suspiciously, “Why did you ask me here?” Lynn

him here to have fun? Was it really so simple? Of course not. When her friends saw Philip, they immediately gave him looks of disgust and sarcasm. “Lynn, this is your cowardly brother-in-law? He’s really something else. Is looking homeless a trend now?” “Lynn, are you joking? He looks like this but you’re saying he can treat us to

standing next to someone like that.” They started talking one after another. They were all jabbing and criticizing Philip. Damn, this man looked so wretched. He was wearing a pair of dirty sport shoes with no brand. His blue sweatshirt was also turning white from frequent washing. He stood out among the gang. When Lynn saw that her