The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 20

At the same time, Philip had reached the Civil Gallery. Today was her father-in-law's exhibition, so she came to help.

As soon as he entered the door, Philip noticed that the hall had been lavishly decorated. There is quality and taste. It must not have been done so. It seems Anna has been trying hard.

Jasmine then watched Philip, who was looking around at the door. He walked over with a smile and greeted, "Hello, do you need my help with something? Uhm, you ..."

Today's exhibition is very important. Manager Carter had instructed that everything should be perfect as the guests of today were all prominent figures in Riverdale City. Therefore, all staff should be respectful and humble. They should never judge a person by his appearance.

Jasmine thought Philip was a guest here for the exhibition. After all, he had already received some, and they were now waiting in the rest area in the next hall. But to his surprise, it was him.

Philip looked up and smiled faintly. "Hello, we meet again. I'm looking for Charles Johnston."

"Mr Johnston?" Jasmine asked curiously before she smiled. Bowing slightly, he said, "Follow me, please."

Philip nodded. After all, this young lady was not bad. He's very sincere.

However, they had only taken a few steps when a mocking voice called out from behind.

"Yo, are you here, Philip?" Aiden led a few people into the gallery, looking very complacent.

Philip turned around and replied with a smile, "I've just arrived."

Aiden walked closer. He was wearing an expensive dark blue suit, looking extremely handsome and exuding a domineering aura. He reached out to pat Philip on the shoulder and insulted him, "You shouldn't be here today. It's just embarrassing. The guests here at the exhibition were all prominent figures of Riverdale City. Isn't that useless daughter-in-law? laws like you just humiliated Uncle Johnston?"

Philip still has the guts to show up. It seemed like he could not measure his own value.

Philip frowned. He had no intention of responding to Aiden and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Aiden flared up. This trash actually dared to be this arrogant! Can't you see that I'm talking to you? What's with your attitude?

"Mrs. Grant, your friend seems to underestimate you." Some of the people behind Aiden were teasing.

"Philip, stand there!" Aiden was furious. When he recalled what happened yesterday, he became even more annoyed. He rushed over, grabbed Philip by the shoulder, and said viciously, "Junk like you has no place inside the Civil Gallery. Get out now!"

"Damn! Is this Philip Clarke, who you say gave the painting a fake?"

"He looks very broke. With this bad makeup, she looks like a farmer."

"A flaw like this is actually Wynn Johnston's husband? Too bad."

Some of the friends Aiden brought in started insulting Philip. Hearing this, Aiden finally felt a little better. Look at you, Philip, you're really embarrassing. Wynn has lost face just by being with trash like you.

Philip frowned. His expression was a bit dark. "I'm here to help."

"Help?" Aiden laughed out loud. "What funny! Is there a need for a wretched scum like you to help here? Can't you see where this place is? Or what? Are you here to deliver the food boxes to the leading figures?" Aiden now exposes his job to humiliate him.

"Mrs. Grant, is he the delivery guy? You didn't tell us!"

"No wonder he smells like a sewer."

"The driver of this man immediately. Don't let him dirty the air inside."

Some people scoffed without restraint.

Philip frowned loudly. He glared at Aiden coldly and said, "Work is not divided by class. I don't think making the delivery is dirty."

These guys are really pretentious. What's wrong with making the delivery? Is that embarrassing? How many white collar workers do you think are waiting for us, the delivery man, to bring food? Do you think I'm being arrogant about it? This is not gonna work. I need to change everyone's view of couriers. I need to take the time to change vehicles for everyone in the company. Scooters definitely won't work, but Harley, maybe.

Seeing Philip's pouting expression, Aiden laughed coldly. He patted Philip's shoulder hard and said, "Junk will become trash. They'll never be neat." He then turned to Jasmine as he pointed at Philip and said, "Why are you letting trash like him inside? Isn't that just an insult to the Civil Gallery? Hurry up and get rid of him."

Jasmine's expression darkened. "Sorry, Mr. Grant. Our manager has instructed that everyone who comes here is a guest. Please forgive me for not being able to obey."

Unable to comply? Good good Good!

Aiden swung his hand. After shooting Philip with a sharp glare, he took his friends away. He hurriedly flattered and boasted in front of Uncle Johnston.

After Aiden left, Philip politely said to Jasmine, "Thank you."

"no need. Let me take you to the rest." Jasmine smiled. His slender body turned around, and he walked forward.

Philip studied his back profile. Although this young lady could not compare to Wynn, she was still beautiful. He is sincere and polite to people as well. She's a good girl.

Back to Wynn. He was in the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Next to his hand was a box that Gavin had given him while inside. It was an embarrassing dress.

This pitiful and foolish woman reluctantly turns into the shameful outfit Gavin gave her.

Fifteen minutes later, Wynn wore a raincoat, left the company building, and went straight into Benz waiting at the entrance. Just in case, Wynn had typed a message for Philip. He then carefully placed his phone in his bag.

Gavin sat in the back seat. When he saw Wynn walking in sensual strides, his mouth smiled horribly and was full *****. Ha ha! Wynn Johnston, you're wearing it.

The door closed, and the car immediately set off towards the Celestial Club.

In a private room, 888, from the Celestial Club. Gavin pushed the door open, led Wynn in and exclaimed, "Uncle, look! This is our Deputy Manager Johnston, Wynn Johnston."

Wynn followed Gavin in. The room was large, dimly lit with colorful lights. Sitting on the sofa was a man in his forties with sexy women in both hands as he smoked cigars.

Jeffrey politely stood up to greet her. "I've heard of Vice Manager Johnston before. After today's meeting, I can see that you are truly beautiful. Come on, come on, sit."

"Mrs. Scott, you're too good." Wynn sat down and shook Jeffrey's hand. This dirty old man was still longing to hold Wynn's hand without any intention of letting go.

Jeffrey squinted as he observed Wynn repeatedly.

Wynn pulled his hand back awkwardly and gave a small smile. "Mr Scott..."

Jeffrey realized that he had forgotten his manners and quickly let go. He sat down smiling. "Vice Manager Johnston is too dazzling. Come on, come on, this is the French wine I brought, Remy Martin. I'm sure Vice Manager Johnston will love it" Jeffery said with a smile and a cigar in his mouth . He poured a full glass for Wynn.

However, Wynn did not accept it. He declined. "Mrs. Scott, I can't drink." He then pulled his raincoat to cover his legs as Jeffrey had been staring.

Seeing Wynn hesitating, Gavin sat nearby, saying with a cold laugh, "Vice Manager Johnston, my uncle has personally poured wine for you. Isn't it inappropriate if you don't drink?"

Jeffrey put the glass on the coffee table and leaned back, saying coldly, "Vice Manager Johnston, are you looking down on me? If that's the case, we don't need to talk about collaboration anymore."

A blatant threat. Just a moment through the door and already, she showed her true color.

After Wynn pondered, he quickly picked up the glass and said, "Please don't get angry, Mr. Scott. I'll drink." Then, with a frown, he drank the entire glass of Remy Martin at once. It's all for Mila, for her family.

"Mrs. Scott, here, this has to be done, right?" Wynn wiped the corner of his mouth and pointed to the empty glass.

Jeffrey clapped his hands, smiling into his eyes. "Vice Manager Johnston has a high alcohol tolerance."

For the next half hour, Wynn was continuously forced to drink by Jeffrey and Gavin until he felt his head spin and fell onto the sofa, muttering drunk words.

Gavin and Jeffrey exchanged a glance. The latter immediately got up and walked over to Wynn, smiling dirtyly. "Vice Manager Johnston... Deputy Manager Johnston, why don't we play something else..." Jeffrey impatiently reached out to take off Wynn's coat.

"What are you doing!" In a drunken state, Wynn sees double and suddenly shrinks in fear. He grabbed his coat tightly and shouted helplessly, terrified. "Don't come near. I'm. I'll be back..." Wynn dragged his heavy and staggered body to wake up. He ran to the door but ...

The door won't open. At that moment, Wynn shouted to heaven and earth, but to no avail.

Behind him, Jeffrey was now acting like a pervert as he hugged her. He buried his face into his hair like a bastard and sniffed deeply. "Vice Manager Johnston, you can't run. If you serve me well, the collaboration will go well." Jeffrey gave her a dirty smile.

Wynn's whole body froze. After struggling, he pushed Jeffrey and slapped him. He grabbed his bag and took out a fruit knife, helpless and helpless as he leaned against the wall, enduring the splitting pain in his head. "Don't approach, don't approach ..."

Jeffrey licked his lips. The pain in his cheek prompted his desire to conquer, and he shouted, "Stupid base! Stop acting so innocent!" Jeffrey rushed over and snatched the fruit knife from Wynn's hand. He then grabbed her hair and gave a cruel slap.

The slap! Wynn grimaced as the back of his head hit the wall. He fell helplessly to the floor, feeling dizzy. Gavin, who was sitting nearby, noticed everything with a cold smile.

Jeffrey walked over and grabbed Wynn's ankle, laughing profanely.

Wynn yelled weakly, "Please, please ..."

At that moment, he was only thinking about Philip!

Struggling with his life, he fumbled his bag and pressed the send button with all his might.

'Shit!'

Grabbing onto Wynn's ankle, Jeffrey drags him to the sofa beside him. Gavin also stood up, and the two men with evil expressions laughed pervertedly as they looked at Wynn, who was cold with blood dripping down his forehead.

At the same time, at the Civil Gallery, Philip was about to enter the waiting room when his phone rang. Perplexed, he opened the message to see it from Wynn. It contained simple but made his eyes widen, and his pupils dilated.

'Philip, Heavenly Club, save me!'

Just five words almost drove Philip crazy! The filth! Wynn.. Wynn is in trouble!