The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 5

"Why are you here?" Wynn frowned and glanced at Bentley beside Philip. Did he just get out of that car? Is this my poor husband? Or is the delivery company now delivering food at Bentleys?

"I. I uh..." Philip stammered and swept a glance toward George who was smiling like a flower through the window.

The old man quickly reached out his hand and said, "Young man, thank you. Thanks to you, I finally found this place. Let this old man buy you a meal next time to show my gratitude."

Philip smiled and nodded politely. "It's okay, sir. Please be careful on your way back." His tone of voice signaled the old man to leave quickly.

George said nothing but smiled and nodded at Wynn before asking the driver to leave.

Wynn froze in shock! Isn't that the chairman of Apex Group, President Thomas?! The richest man in town! And Philip was in the same car as him!

"Do you know George Thomas?" Wynn looked back at Philip, surprised.

Philip shrugged his shoulders. "No, I don't. That old thing is gone, so I'm just in charge."

That old thing? The corner of Wynn's mouth twitched. He had called the city's richest man 'the old one'? So rude!

"What do you mean by 'old stuff'. That man is the richest man in Riverdale, president of Apex Group!" Wynn rolled his eyes at Philip. This guy doesn't make sense. The more Wynn looked at him, the more disgusted he felt. He just said coldly, "Philip, don't forget that my father will be having a get-together this weekend at Virtuous Court. Prepare some gifts."

"I never said I was going" Philip replied.

"You!" Wynn's upset. He had gone to great lengths to persuade his father, telling him that Philip would come and apologize to him, and he hoped that his father would not trouble him. But what happened to Philip? Forget it, forget him. He must have been blind back then to fall in love with this man.

"Do as you please then!" Wynn's anger flared up, and with his slender waist, he turned to leave.

When Philip watched her leave, he noticed that he had changed clothes. She even wears perfume and dresses up. Philip was confused when he saw her entering a large building. He began to ponder, Didn't Wynn say he was going back to the office? Why is he here? And where is this? This is Hilton Hotel!

Thinking of that, Philip felt his anger rising. He tried hard at work, but he came to the hotel? This is not gonna work. He had to follow her and see what happened! Wynn is so stressed today. First, his daughter's heart disease relapsed under Philip's irresponsible care. Furthermore, he had to worry about the whole matter with Juan Parker, and after he returned to the office, one of his projects faced a difficult time.

The president of the project supported him and insisted that he come to discuss at the Hilton. Wynn wanted to refuse, but the client used the project to suppress him, so he had to show up. This project is worth a million!

At that moment, his phone rang. "Hello, President Warren, I've arrived. Where are you?"

"I'm waiting for you at the restaurant on the sixth floor." A gentle voice of a man was heard from the other end of the phone.

"Well, President Warren, I'll be here soon." Wynn smiles.

After he hung up the phone, Wynn sighed, looking a little hesitant as he stared at the elevator before finally deciding to go upstairs.

As the elevator doors closed, Philip appeared in the lobby and saw that Wynn had climbed up from afar. He ran after her, but a cold and mocking voice stopped him.

"Wow, isn't this my cousin-in-law who works as a delivery boy? Did you drive to the Hilton?"

Philip turned his head to look at the beautiful and fashionable couple, leaning close to each other. The girl crossed her arms with a mocking expression as she leaned into the arms of a tall and handsome man.

"Lynn Johnston?" Philip frowned before noticing that the elevator had stopped on the sixth floor.

The girl walked over with a mocking look and laughed. "It just so happens to see you here. Looks like your range is very wide."

This girl is Lynn Johnston, Wynn's cousin sister. She was just a freshman in college, but she looked like a good woman.

"Linnie, who is this?" The handsome man beside Lynn gestured with his eyes and asked.

Lynn snorted immediately. "He's my cousin's brother-in-law. Didn't I tell you before? People whose businesses fail and have to make deliveries to make a living. He even borrowed a few thousand dollars from me but hasn't returned it."

Lynn always looked down on Philip because he was just trash! He always felt that a frog like him did not fit in well with his cousin. While the man married his cousin's brother, it is more appropriate to say that he married into his family. How humiliating.

"Haha, this is the cousin-in-law you're talking about?" The man laughed out loud, mockery visible in his eyes. Philip was getting upset. After all, she was Lynn's cousin-in-law's sister, so what was she trying to accomplish by making outsiders humiliate her as well?

"I'll give you your money back, but I have something to do now. So, I won't accompany you both." Philip forced a smile.

Lynn was still Wynn's cousin, so as an elder, Philip felt that he should be more tolerant. If he knew that he was now the heir to the largest consortium in the world, he wondered what Lynn's current expression would be like and how would she react?

Humans are always shallow and stupid.

"Give me the money? I didn't count it. With your payment as a courier, is that enough to cure Mila?" Lynn asked cynically. His cousin-in-law's brother is trash! And that little bitch should never have been born! Lynn didn't think much of Philip, so naturally, she felt the same way for her daughter.

"Lynn Johnston, I'm still your cousin's brother-in-law. Don't you think you're being too rude?"

"Well!" Lyn grunting. "I've never acknowledged you as my cousin's brother-in-law. You just happened to cling to my cousin's sister and marry into our family, nothing more." How shameless! Who did he think he was to use his identity to suppress him?

"Wow, is she the daughter-in-law who lives at home?" Lynn's boyfriend laughed, sounding surprised. How wretched was this man to stoop so low?

Lynn waved her hand before pulling her boyfriend's arm and said, "Forget it, let's go, Hugh. Standing next to someone like this makes the air greasy and smelly."

Philip's eyes turned dark. Her hands clenched as she watched Lynn swing her hips and walk away with her boyfriend behind her. The two people were still muttering to each other.

"Your cousin-in-law is worthless."

"He's not my cousin's brother-in-law. If you keep saying that, I'll stop talking to you."

Philip took a deep breath to calm his emotions. He shouldn't bother himself with brats like them. He then turned around and ran to the elevator to go up to the sixth floor.

Philip had circled the entire area before finally seeing the silhouette of Wynn inside the Western restaurant through the glass wall.

What the fuck!

What angered him was seeing a bald, greasy fat man sitting across from Wynn, extending his hand as he tried to touch Wynn's hand with a disgusting expression on his face.

Oh, cuckoo birds! Wait, where are you going? This is not a beautiful sight at all!

Philip was furious! He pulled out his phone and called Wynn.

Inside the restaurant, Wynn wisely rejected Manager Warren's goodwill many times, but the man was unwilling to give up. He even tried to touch her hand!

At this moment, his phone suddenly rang. This is his chance to take a breath.

"Sorry, Manager Warren, let me take this call," Wynn said, and he stood up to walk out of the restaurant.

Manager Warren's small eyes narrowed as he stared at Wynn's back profile. He couldn't help himself. He thought to himself that he would definitely punish this arrogant woman tonight!

"Hello, Philip, what's wrong?" Wynn standing outside the restaurant.

"I'm in front of you."

Wynn then suddenly looked up to see Philip looking at him coldly. He frowned in confusion. Why is he here?

"Are you following me?" Wynn walked over with a cold expression and asked coldly. He had just met Philip downstairs, and now he was here at the entrance of the restaurant. What is this if it doesn't stalk? Philip's good work, you even started a disgusting hobby of stalking someone now?

Philip laughing. "I don't have that kind of time to follow you. I happened to pass by." He then glanced at the fatty inside the restaurant and asked, "Who is he? Is she more important than Mila?" To get out and meet this fat guy instead of going to the hospital. You're something, aren't you?

Wynn is annoyed by Philip's interrogation tone, but he nevertheless explains, "A business associate. We're here for a business discussion."

"business discussions? I saw him move on you. Are you discussing business or dating?" Philip asked.

Wynn's expression darkened. He crossed his arms and said in a hateful tone, "Philip Clarke, what do you want to say? Do you suspect I'm having an affair? I grind myself every day, working only to earn money to cure Mila! But, what about you? Does making deliveries every day give you a good future? I have asked you to apologize to my parents, but have you done it? You're just a coward!"

As he spoke, Wynn grew more agitated as tears began to pool in his eyes. He turned and snorted. "Forget it. There's no point in telling you anything. I'm not coming back tonight."

Did he not come back? Philip's dumbfounded. What does he mean is he's going out tonight? With this fat?

"What if I can help you?" ask Philip. Seeing Wynn in this state, Philip could easily guess that this discussion was not easy. That business partner must have threatened him. At the same time, she felt guilty, realizing that her attitude was inappropriate before.

"What can you help? Can you bring me an order worth a million dollars?" Wynn laughing. His voice is cold. He had never relied on Philip to be able to help him with anything.

"It's just a million-dollar order, I can-" Philip said. He is not short of money now. With just one sentence from him, he could even buy the Wynn company, let alone a multimillion-dollar project. That's a piece of cake!

"Philip, that's enough. I don't need you to worry about my problems" Wynn replied coldly before turning around and returning to the restaurant.

Don't I have to worry? But, you're my wife! Philip looked at Wynn with a bitter smile and then pulled out his phone.