The First Heir

After Martha left, she went to the park to meet up with her friends. Upon meeting her friends, they started asking about each
other. When they came to the topic about their sons-in-law or daughters-in-law, everyone became enthusiastic because their
sons-in-law were doing well, and their daughters-in-law were filial. Only Martha kept quiet while she smiled dryly.
“Hey, Martha, how is your son-in-law, Philip, lately? I heard he’s making deliveries.” A flamboyantly dressed middle-aged woman
suddenly ruthlessly exposed Martha. Because every time they met, they were sure to talk about Martha’s son-in-law. It had
already become the norm.
“Oh, Martha, why is your son-in-law so terrible? Why don’t you get your daughter to divorce him as soon as possible?”
“That won’t do. If they divorced, it would be a second marriage if she remarries. No one would want her. She even has extra
baggage, men nowadays don’t like single mothers.”
“That’s true. Who would want to raise other people’s children?”
The women’s comments were harsh. On the surface, they seemed to be thinking of her daughter, but underneath, they were
probably enjoying her misfortune.
Martha gritted her teeth in anger, feeling utterly embarrassed. She forced out a smile and said, “I will definitely force my daughter
to divorce that trash of a son-in-law! At most, I’ll just have to take care of her for the rest of my life.”
Everyone noticed the dark expression on Martha’s face, so they stopped talking about it and changed the subjects until they
reached the finance company.
***
On the other hand, due to the live stream, Philip’s incident had gone viral. However, in an instant, every media that reported this
incident soon deleted their content. Even the videos were gone. It was like a rock that fell into the lake. It was unheard of again.
Inside a beauty salon, Ruby Ford made plans with a few of her friends for a spa treatment.
Ten minutes earlier, her friend, Helen Bennett, wearing a short white robe with her hair up in a towel and a mask on her face,
strutted over and said, “Girls, I found a really huge tycoon!”
“What tycoon?” Ruby was lying on her back, enjoying the massage services as she asked without even opening her eyes.

“Three hundred million! This guy spent three hundred million to acquire our city’s Prime Harvest Group!” Helen exclaimed, her
eyes were filled with envy and excitement. “You guys all know that rich young master, Leon Larson, right? It’s his company that
was bought over by this tycoon.”
At the mention of three hundred million and Leon, the girls quickly sat up and scrambled to take a look at Helen’s phone. It was
only a short clip, and Helen had downloaded it with much difficulty from a social media site. The video quality was blurry, and it
was also watermarked.
“Isn’t this tycoon so awesome? That was the Young Master Larson from Prime Harvest Group.”
“Who’s that? Do you guys know him? Ask him out to meet us.”
“I don’t know. He doesn’t seem familiar.”
The girls were all snatching the phone, trying to get a better look at the man’s face. Three hundred million, how rich must he be!
When Ruby saw the video, she frowned hard. She felt that the silhouette in the video looked very familiar. Philip Clarke? No,
impossible! That guy was so broke he even borrowed money from Howard.
Ruby did not think much of it and continued to discuss the man who had just spent three hundred million. He was a father too!
How manly!
Back to Philip. Wynn was walking ahead of Philip with Mila in her arms while he followed behind. They kept walking in silence
until the gates of the housing area.
Suddenly, Wynn stopped. Mila had already fallen asleep in her arms. Wynn turned back to look at Philip and said, “That incident
earlier today, thank you.”
Earlier today? Oh, that incident in Celestial Club. Philip said solemnly, “Wynn, you’re my wife. If anything happens next time, you
have to tell me in advance.”
Wynn nodded in understanding. When she woke up from the hospital, she knew that it was Philip who had saved her. But she
did not know how he did it. She had planned to ask him tomorrow because she knew that Gavin and Jeffrey were not easy to
deal with. With just her husband’s status, he might not have been able to make it. So, Wynn though that someone else must
have helped him. Or perhaps, helped her. Could it be that person who had helped her secure that one million dollar contract with
Victory Pharmaceuticals back then? Just who exactly was he?

The whole night went on in silence.
Early the next morning, Wynn went to work. Philip pretended to be packing up, then he carried Mila, ready to go out. He had just
taken one step out of the house when his mother-in-law called. When he answered, from the other end came Martha’s
exasperated voice, saying, “Philip, hurry over to Rivercross Street in ten minutes!”
Before he could ask for the reason, the call ended. What was the urgent matter that made her sound so anxious? But Philip was
already used to it. He looked at Mila and decided to send her to the company to get Agnes to look after her for a bit. After that,
he hastily hailed a cab from the office to go to Rivercross Street.
The moment he got out, he saw a large group of middle-aged men and women surrounding the tightly closed doors of a finance
company as they argued heatedly with a few men and women in suits.
“What were you doing? You’re late for five minutes! Growing cheek are you? Just blatantly trying to disrespect your mother-in-
law!” Philip had just reached when Martha came over haughtily and started scolding him.