The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 429

Philip looked at Wynn’s curious gaze and mused it over for a moment before saying, “Actually, Wynn, Nick knows Giada. He’s just polite to me out of respect to her.” Giada? Wynn blinked. It suddenly occurred to her that Philip’s stepmother seemed like a very impressive woman. She nodded to show that she believed him. “No wonder. And here I thought that you were…” “That I’m what?” Philip was suddenly nervous. Did Wynn stumble onto something? “No, it’s nothing. We should just go to sleep now, okay? I have a ton of work to do tomorrow." Wynn smiled and did not pursue that train of thought further. After a few days, Martha had mostly recovered and started getting back to her old tricks in the villa again. When Charles saw how she mumbled to herself all day about coming up with a name for the villa, he was once again flabbergasted. "Martha Yates, could you stop your ridiculous plotting for one second? Isn't it enough for us to just stay here as one big happy family? Do you have to cause trouble all the time?” Charles was at a loss. When he heard Martha calling up a lawyer, he had the feeling that she would eventually turn their home upside-down. Martha hung up and glared at him, scolding him. “What do you know? All you ever do all day is play chess with your geezer friends. Have you ever cared about what goes on in this family? Wynn was the one who bought this villa, so why is it registered under that good-for-nothing’s name? I won’t have it! I insist on changing that name to mine, then that piece of trash won’t ever be able to lord it over me ever again.” Acting like a hotshot, eh? What right did a useless layabout like him have to act like he owned the place?! He would not even let her take the master bedroom! It was such a luxurious and magnificent room, and it would be totally wasted on a peasant like him!

Charles sighed and put down his newspaper. “Just hold your horses for a bit and listen to me.” “Why should I? Are you going to try and defend that wretch again?” Martha glared at him and kept on ranting. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning, Charles Johnston. You’re banking on the fact that he knows Nick Cage, right? Why bother sucking up to that trash? I asked around, and no one else in the Land Registry knows Philip. Who knows what’s up with Nick Cage, bowing to that trash like that. I bet that Cage guy is an idiot, just like you. “For all you know, both of you have fallen for Philip’s scam, hook, line, and sinker.” Martha went on and on under her breath. Finally, Charles had had enough. He stood up furiously and barked, “You’re blind as a bat! Go on, throw your tantrums! Let’s see how you deal after you get thrown out of here!” “Charles! Are you asking for a whopping?! Why are you yelling at me?!” Martha stood up angrily and jabbed her finger at Charles’ face, yelling her head off. She then pounced at him, scratching whatever skin she could reach. “Who gave you the balls to yell at me?! Imma scratch you to death!” Charles fled from the villa, the perfect picture of a tragic figure, swearing as he ran. Meanwhile, Martha was left strutting around the house like a victorious hen. After that, she put on some make-up, grabbed her bag, and left the house. She had made an appointment with a lawyer to ask about changing the names on the villa deed, as well as to enquire more about how shared finances would be split in the case of a divorce. Upon leaving the villa, she headed for the cafe they had agreed to meet at. On the way, she called Joel as well. She had been calling him over the past few days, but he never picked up. Of course, Martha heard the rumor that the Harrises had moved away from Riverdale.

Martha was worried. Joel was her dream son-in-law, after all. “Hey, we’re supposed to be going to the Hong Kong

way? If you don’t, I’m getting out!” Martha had some harsh words for the cabbie. “What an idiot! Why drive a cab when you don’t even know the way? Are you trying to fleece me? I’m

side. The entire car turned, and Martha’s head smashed into the door. Her vision went dark, and she lost consciousness. When she next woke up, she realized that she was inside an abandoned factory. Her hands and legs were tied to a wooden chair, and there was green tape across her mouth. Mmmgh-mmgh-mgh! Martha’s hair was a mess, and she kept mumbling into the

long while, someone finally walked through the door. He held a baseball bat, and wore a cap and a mask. He stalked up to Martha and viciously

for help. The cabbie looked at the panicked, horrified Martha coldly. In a low voice, he