The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Leon lifted his head to look at Philip with a bit of anger and apprehension.
“Why wouldn’t we dare to? Since you’ve bought our company, this money belongs to us!” The boy was reluctant to give in after all. Philip
smirked.
Lewis turned around and gave his son another slap. “Shut up!” Leon was stunned. In all of his life, today was the first time his father had
slapped him so many times. He was just about to retort, but Lewis bowed and said humbly, “If Young Master Clarke wants my company,
then it will be a gift to Young Master Clarke. Of course, I won’t take the money.” Lewis was not an idiot. He knew that only this way, he and
his son would be able to survive.
Philip nodded and glanced at George. The latter had the armored cars driven majestically away from the door. Yes, just like that,
in front of Leon’s eyes, the cars drove away, one by one. That was three hundred million, all of Larson’s family’s assets! “Dad,
what are you doing? That’s the Larson family’s money!” Leon roared and glared venomously at Philip at the same time. Yet,
Lewis admonished him, saying, “What do you know?! What do you mean by the Larson family’s money? Those are all Young
Master Clarke’s money! Our business could grow only because of President Thomas’s investment. If he wants to buy it, we have
to give it!” President Thomas’s investment was naturally Young Master Clarke’s investment.
President Thomas? At this, Leon finally noticed that the old man standing beside Philip was none other than the wealthiest man
in Riverdale City! The legendary rich man! And on Philip’s left side, standing a little further behind
was a middle-aged man who looked very familiar. Theo... Theo Zander, Brother Theo?! Leon was baffled. No wonder he thought
the man looked familiar from the start. But it was too late for regrets now. A few minutes later, Lewis and Leon were standing at
the door of the dessert shop, bowing as they saw Philip and his group out. Until Philip and his people were out of sight, like his
spine had been ripped out, Leon fell to the ground, paralyzed. He started mumbling as tears fell, “It’s over; everything’s over.”
A rich kid whose family assets were worth millions became average in just a blink of an eye. This was Philip’s approach and
rage. Without spending a single cent, he had just changed the ownership of Prime Harvest Group.
Meanwhile, after a day of twists and turns, Philip could finally take a breather. After carrying his daughter out, Philip had Theo
send Silvia home safely. And just like that, Silvia was sent home by Theo with a stomach full of questions. Standing at the door
of the old house, Philip was carrying Mila as he scratched her nose. After a laugh, he knocked on the door and called out, “Dad,
Mom, I’m home.” He waited for a brief moment. Clack! The door opened to show Martha with a straight face, staring at Philip and
Mila with disdain. She rolled her eyes and said, “What are you yelling for? You have even brought this stupid brat back, what bad
luck!” Philip gave her a helpless and bitter laugh. Mila was leaning onto Philip’s shoulder, pouting aggrievedly. Upon entering the

door, Philip saw Wynn and his father-in-law sitting in the living room. The older man seemed to be very furious. “Why did you
come back?” Philip frowned at Wynn. She should be at the hospital, why was she discharged? Slap! The old man slammed hard
on the table.
With a vicious look on his face, he said, “Philip, let’s be frank today. You and Wynn better hurry to the Civil Affairs Bureau and get
a divorce.”
Divorce? Wynn was stunned, and Philip was dumbstruck. This was too sudden! “Dad, what are you saying? I won’t divorce
Philip. This will never happen.” Wynn immediately refused. She reached out to carry Mila from Philip. Philip was about to sit
down when the older woman yelled, “Stand up! Is there any place for you here to sit? A slacker who does nothing all
day and is good-for-nothing. Did you embarrass your dad today? Now your dad, my old friends, and colleagues all know about it. You
have utterly embarrassed both of us!” Philip was confused. Wynn frowned at him and asked, “What's going on? Did you make mom and
dad angry again?” Why can’t you just cause less trouble? Philip stood helplessly and explained, “I didn’t. I just took the wrong painting, but
things have been resolved.”
“Hmph!” The old man snorted. “Resolved? Thanks to you, my friends are now laughing at me. I’ve been collecting art for half of my life,
but I have to rely on a wretched and useless son-in-law who randomly bought a painting from an antique market to save face.” At the
mention of this, Charles was boiling with anger again. Although Philip’s painting was authentic, he still had to endure the gossip by his old
pals. Wynn was puzzled, so after some clarification, she said, “Dad, you can’t blame Philip for this. Aiden gave you a fake painting, but
you didn’t find faults with him.
So, why are you scolding Philip instead?” Wynn felt helpless. Her parents were just too unreasonable. She knew that her parents dislike
Philip because of that incident back then, but that was so many years ago. Why could they not let it go? Martha scornfully reproached,
“Wynnie, are you helping the outsider now? Your dad and I have raised you with so much difficulty, and what kind of son-in-law did you
bring home to us? I’ll be straightforward and say that you and Philip have to divorce no matter what. Or else, I’ll disown you!” Disown her?
Those words were just too cruel. Wynn instantly lost patience. She got up with Mila in her arms and said, “Mom, Dad, since you’re frank,
I’ll be frank as well. I will never divorce Philip. You guys can just do whatever you want.” Having said, Wynn walked out of the door in her
high heels. At the same time, she turned and roared at Philip, “What are you still standing there for? We’re going home!” However, Philip
stood motionless at the living room, seeming to be lost in thought. “Mom, Dad, I know that you guys are looking down on me, but I'll show
you that I, Philip Clarke, am not weaker than anybody else. I will give Wynn and my daughter a good future, so about your request for us
to divorce, I, too, refuse.” Philip then turned to follow Wynn out the door. In the living room, Martha was freaking out from anger. She
pointed at the door and yelled like a shrew,

“Charles Johnston, look at that! That’s your daughter! And that trash, Philip, even dares to say he’ll show us how great he is! They have to
divorce.
Otherwise, our family shouldn’t go to my father’s seventieth birthday next week!” Charles felt helpless, as well. He wanted to say
something, but Martha made a face, took her bag, and walked out of the door. She had a date with a few of her best friends today to look
at some investment plans.