The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 228

Slap! The shop owner could no longer take it. He looked at his subordinates and then slapped Martha across the face. Immediately, Martha, who had been making threatening gestures and endless pesters, fell silent. Her eyes were filled with rage as she stared at Philip. She did not dare attack the shop owner, so she ran over to Philip and started scratching him shrewishly. She yelled, “How did I get such a useless son-in-law like you? I was slapped and you’re still standing here! You’re just a spineless coward! I’m going to ask Wynn to divorce you!” Philip felt rather helpless, but he did not want to argue about it with her. Hence, he turned around and said to the shop owner,

“I’m sorry. We’ll pay for it. Why don’t we talk inside?” The shop owner looked at Russell and nodded. “Alright, you’re quite reasonable, kid.” After that, the few of them went back into the shop. On the other hand, Martha continued to make a scene outside as she hurled extremely nasty comments,

“Philip, if you intend to pay for the case, you should pay for it by yourself!

has nothing to do with me nor my family!” However, when Martha saw the cold

for this.” Russell apologized to Philip the moment they got into the room. The shop owner was shocked by what he heard and asked curiously, “Mr. Field, what are you doing?” Dang! What was going on with Mr. Field? Why was he being so respectful toward the young man? Russell smiled and said, “Tom, this is Mr. Clarke. I mentioned him to you before.” Clank! The shop owner’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately invited Philip to take a seat. So, he was the top tier nouveau riche who had invested two billion bucks in Russell’s company. A white and blue porcelain vase was nothing to a rich man like him. “Um, Mr. Clarke, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know who you

and said, “No, that's a horse of another color. Thirty million is thirty million, and I’m not short of money. Give me your account later, I’ll ask my people to transfer the money to you.” The shop owner looked at Russell and saw the latter nodding. So, he did not decline Philip’s

had a lot of it inside. Nonetheless, thirty million was just impossible. Martha was sure that the white and blue porcelain vase was fake. It was a tactic to scam people of their money. Philip explained, “Mom, the vase was fake. Mr. Field was there, so the owner did not want to look into it anymore. I ended up paying only a hundred thousand bucks.” Philip could only come up with such an explanation. “A hundred thousand?” Martha raised her voice. When she heard a hundred thousand, she felt her heart drop. Martha yelled, “You spendthrift! Where did you get the hundred thousand bucks? You’re still saying you don’t have a secret stash of money! Tell

he got