The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 259

Wynn stared directly at Philip, her eyes filled with suspicion. Just who was her husband, really? Why was a man as powerful as Theo Zander treating him with such respect and gravitas? It was not just Wynn, either. Martha and Charles were also looking at him with eyes widened in surprise. They had met Theo Zander before at the Old Master’s birthday. The Old Master had treated Theo with significant reverence. Yet now, Theo was treating that useless Philip even more respectfully. What kind of a sick joke was this?

Martha’s eyes narrowed in suspicion and she looked Philip up and down.

She just could not find anything special or impressive about Philip at all.

certain now that Theo was a nobody too. If he had to

that Philip had really called in reinforcements. He frowned, a bad feeling rising in his heart. He then exchanged another look with his sister and decided to demand the money anyway. What was there to be scared of? He was the Chief Staff Sergeant, after all! He would just arrest anyone who tried to resist! Hence, Manson abruptly slammed his hand onto the table, making the cups on the table jump. The tea spilled everywhere as he roared, “I don’t have all day, f*ckers! Hurry up and hand over the three million, or else I’m arresting the lot of you!” “Who did you say you’re arresting?” Theo turned to face him coldly when he heard that, giving Manson a glare. Manson was still in the middle of his little tantrum, so

his body trembling as he asked, terrified, “M-Master T-Theo… Why are you here?” His legs could not stop shaking, and the corners of his mouth were twitching like motors. Manson had lost his guts! This was

better, Master Theo, forgive me!” Manson hurriedly bowed his head in an apology. As everyone watched on in surprise, he then turned to Philip and apologized to him too. “Um… Mr. Clarke, right? I’m sorry. I was wrong. I’m a dog who can’t tell right from wrong. Please spare me just this once.” As he said that, Manson abruptly turned toward his sister, giving her a look. “Come on, apologize to Mr. Clarke, and the lady

is he, and why do you have to treat him so nicely? He looks normal to me. You’re the Chief Staff Sergeant! Why are you