The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 15

Aiden, who used to look cheerful, was now dazed. What the hell is going on? Mr. Clarke was upset, so the gallery wasn't open to the public. Could there be another more random reason than this? No, he must have done something wrong.

"What's Addy doing, did something happen?" Charles and Martha felt Aiden's expression was a bit strange.

"Oh, it's okay, nothing at all. They just reported the gallery situation to me." Aiden forced himself to smile then added, "Uhm, Uncle Johnston, I have some important things, so I'll leave now." He then stood up to leave.

"Oh, Addy, is this urgent? Aren't you going to stay for dinner?" Martha followed behind him and saw him walk out the door.

"Maybe next time. Goodbye, Uncle Johnston, Aunt Martha." Aiden rushed away. Of course, he'll be in a hurry. If something were to happen to the gallery booking, he would lose face in front of his future father-in-law. He had to rush to the gallery to see what was going on.

Upon seeing Aiden leave, Martha returned inside with a smile on her face. When she saw Wynn holding Mila, she suddenly scolded, "I'm not going to raise this little bastard."

"Mom, what are you saying? Isn't Mila still your granddaughter?" Wynn's upset. He had persuaded Mila to sleep in his arms. How could his mother say that? After all, this was his daughter's blood and flesh.

Charles also felt that Martha was overreacting. He took off his reading glasses and interrupted. "Enough than you. Quickly clean this up and bring me a painting from Aiden. I'm going for a walk."

Charles is heading out to show off, of course. He wanted to let his friends see well. He carefully hugged the gift box, hummed a joyful tone, and walked out the door. He feels fun, very fun, indeed!

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After leaving the Johnston family home, Philip hails a taxi to the Civil Gallery. Since he had already bought the company and no longer needed to make any deliveries, he now had time to go to the gallery and see it. He didn't really plan to shut it down to the public. He just wanted to teach Aiden a lesson.

Upon reaching the gallery entrance, Philip only knew how stylish the gallery was. It is not flashy but luxurious and has depth to it. The entire structure is designed with a line pattern with monochrome as the main color. It looks very elegant and stylish. On both sides of the door are small galleries paved with monochrome round stones, giving a simple Western beauty.

Right in front of the door was a black granite statue. It is a work created by the master architect who has designed and built the Civil Gallery, Sirius Burton. The internationally renowned architect produces only one piece of art each year, and thousands of people search for his work, at odds just to buy it.

The Civil Gallery is the last work of Sirius Barton. Therefore, hosting an exhibition in this Civil Gallery will bring great prestige and fame.

Philip stood in front of the statue, looking at it for a moment before muttering to himself, "Thinking this was something the old thing had made. Looks normal to me."

Philip remembered some memories. Just then, Sirius chased after him, begging Philip to allow him to build something for him. Philip found his daily visit annoying, so he gave the man three hundred million to allow him to build Philip a mansion on a hill, mainly to keep his sports car and private jet.

Oh, how I miss my favorite cars. Philip exclaimed inwardly then headed towards the entrance of the gallery.

"Good day, sir. Gallery closed temporarily to the public." It was a young and beautiful receptionist wearing a monochrome business skirt with a gardenia flower embroidered scarf tied around her neck. He has an impressive figure.

Philip was stunned before looking inside and said, "I'm looking for someone."

"May I know who you're looking for?" The receptionist did not treat Philip differently just because he was wearing casual clothes. Instead, he asked very politely.

"I'm looking..." Philip was just about to reply when a tall woman walked over haughtily from within and cut him off. She was wearing the same outfit, but the scarf around her neck was embroidered with a blue hydrangea enchantress.

"Jasmine Conner, what are you doing? Didn't I say that today we're not open to the public and don't allow anyone in?" The woman with the cold aura approached and looked at Philip as she spoke arrogantly to the receptionist.

"Sister Allison, he said he was looking for someone." Jasmine was apparently afraid of this woman, as she explained with a terrified expression.

Allison Cooper is the female receptionist at the Civil Gallery. He was a proud person and would not hesitate to rule over his subordinates. Hence, she had a hidden nickname called 'witch'.

Allison looked at Philip coldly, assessed him and asked suspiciously, "You're looking for someone?" This man looked so broke wearing a t-shirt, faded jeans, and sandals. A typical revival of migrant workers. He must be one of the construction team workers.

"That's right. I'm looking..." Philip smiled, revealing his pearly white skin.

Jasmine lowered her head and bowed, apologizing profusely. He then stole a glance at Philip and smiled at him. Philip smiled back. This girl looked young but had a pleasant personality.

Without much thought, he followed Allison in. Philip inevitably looked at Allison's back profile. This woman had a great figure that most men could not resist.

"What do you see?" Suddenly, Allison turned around with a cold gaze, looking at Philip hatefully.

"Ah, no .. no." Philip felt awkward. He was caught red-handed.

Allison snorted coldly. "I've seen enough migrant workers with your peeping hands and your dirty eyes. If anything goes missing in our gallery, you'll be the first person I'll catch!" He then turned to move forward as humiliation and humiliation towards the man behind grew in his heart.

Migrant workers? Philip was a little angry. Did he get the wrong guy?

Allison took him to the construction site and began to order him arrogantly, "Quick and get to work. Finish it before sunset. And you guys there, don't even think about lazing around in work. I will be here to watch. . If anyone's lazy, your salary's gone."

Some workers began to work harder after hearing this, fearing their salaries were cut.

Philip's confused. They're painting the area. So, am I here to work?

"I'm sorry, were you wrong? I'm not here to..." Philip turned to the woman beside him.

Allison narrowed her eyes and barked, "What are you not here for? Stop all this nonsense and get to work!"

"I'm not here to work. I'm here to find Anna Carter." Philip was unhappy with Allison's attitude towards him. What's with this woman's eyes and tone. So rude! He had asked George to buy this gallery not long ago, so he was surprised there was such an overbearing staff here.

"You're looking for our manager?" Allison sized up Philip again and sneered. "You want to see our manager, with someone like you? Wh why? Trying to complain to her?" What gives? This guy doesn't even work, and he's trying to complain now.

"What?" Philip's confused. What's he talking about?

"I'm telling you now, and you're all there, listen up! Our Civil Gallery has no shortage of workers. There are many migrant workers out there who struggle to work here. Don't think it's just because Manager Carter takes care of it. From you, you can slack off. In my eyes, Allison Cooper, you're all trash, do you understand?"

Allison then snorted. "Particularly you. Who do you think you are? Even asked to see our manager. If you're not going to work, then get rid of it!" Allison placed her left hand on her waist while her right hand pointed at the door.

Philip is very angry now. Forget being counted as TKI. He was now even lectured by an unreasonable woman. No matter how good his emotions were, it would now explode.

"Your name is Allison Cooper?" Philip asked grimly.

"really. Wh why? Pissed off? Wanna kick me? I can call security and immediately expel all of you!" Allison crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. How much rubbish does not know its place. With just a little money, they would come crowding like dogs. Growing up, Allison's environment has led her to develop a habit of being arrogant.

"good. I don't think you have the right to live in the Civil Gallery." Philip nodded, dissatisfaction clearly visible in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Allison immediately grabbed hold of the side of her body. "Haha! So stupid! I don't deserve to live here? And what, can you fire me?"

Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded from far away.

"What's up, Allison? You're so noisy. Not good to see!"

A beautiful silhouette was seen from a distance. He was wearing a white female suit while most of the curly brown hair was scattered behind him. Her beautiful earlobes are decorated with circular earrings. He was filled with elegance.

"Manager Carter, you're finally here. There's someone causing trouble here." Allison quickly ran over, trying to flatter.