The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

give Wynn any trouble, so he chose to compromise. “Oh dear me, I can’t possibly accept that.” Martha

scoffed. She mildly cocked her eyebrows up as she wore an arrogant expression. Just then, the

doorbell rang. Martha shot Philip a glare before rudely pushing him away as she ran to the door,

looking delighted. In a cheery voice, she called out, “Coming, coming! Is it Aiden?”

When the door opened, Aiden appeared in a handsome suit with gift bags in his hands. “Hello, Aunt

Martha.” “Oh my, come on in, quickly,” Martha chirped happily as she took the gift bags from Aiden.

“Why did you have to bring gifts with you, you’re too kind.” “It’s my first time visiting, so it’s the least I

can do. My parents send their regards as well,” said Aiden generously.

When Martha turned around to see Philip sitting on the sofa in the living room, she felt annoyed and

barked at him, “Can’t you see there’s a guest?

Why aren’t you preparing tea? Such poor sight!” This rubbish of a son-in-law should take a look at

Aiden. The man had brought gifts while he came empty-handed and had even brought over extra

baggage! How frustrating!

Philip looked at Aiden to see the latter staring at him proudly. His eyes conveyed the message, ‘Hey

trash, your mother-in-law is treating an outsider like me better than she treats you.’ Philip did not make

a fuss. He got up to prepare the tea. By then, Charles had already come out of his study as he chatted

enthusiastically with Aiden in the living room. Philip instead was standing in a corner, listening quietly.

“Uncle Johnston, where’s Wynn?

I don’t see her.” Aiden scanned the house, squinting. Charles yelled, “Wynnie, we have a guest in the

house!” The door of the bedroom opened.

Wynn had spent a lot of effort to coax her daughter to sleep. When she saw Aiden sitting in the living

room, she was mildly stunned. “Why are you here?” Wynn’s tone was cold. “Why can’t he be here?

Should we be letting you bring home trash instead?” Martha came out of the kitchen with a plate of

fruits as she glared viciously at Philip, who was standing in a corner, smoking. She looked evidently

crossed. “We don’t allow smoking in the house. If you want to smoke, do it outside.” “I’m sorry.” Philip

immediately stubbed out the cigarette and opened the windows to let the smoke out.

Wynn shot him a glare, wanting to drag him out this instant in case he embarrassed himself again.

“Aiden, I just bought these fruits this morning, they’re really sweet.” Martha pushed the fruit platter to

Aiden like she was trying to flatter him. “Thank you, Aunt Martha,” answered Aiden politely.

Philip felt uncomfortable when he saw this scene. When Mila was here, there wasn’t a piece of fruit in

sight. She’s still your granddaughter no matter what, so why do you have to be such a snob? “Oh, yes,

Uncle Johnston, the decoration work has started for your gallery. The invitations have been sent out

and the gallery will open at ten sharp on Saturday morning.” When Aiden spoke, he shot a cheeky

glance at Philip as he gloated. It was clear that he held a higher position in the Johnston family than

this son-in-law.

“Great, great, thank you so much, Addy.” Charles looked delighted as he imagined how grand it would

be when his gallery opened. His old friends have already started to spread the word for him. A lot of

aristocrats in Riverdale City have now heard that the ex-section chief of land development planning had

gotten an authentic painting by Tang Bohu! And this had caused a great uproar within the city. For

suspense’s sake, they had refrained from saying which painting it was so that they could shock the

guests at the coming event. “You’re welcome, Uncle Johnston. It’s what I should be doing.” Aiden

humbly added, “As for your request to meet with Mr. Clarke, I’ve already told the person in charge. You

can meet him, but the time has not been set yet. You should know that a man like Mr. Clarke is quite

busy.”

What the f*ck! How shameless! Philip cussed internally. Since when did he say he would meet them?

This was blatantly a lie to win favors, and he had said it so tactfully. ‘They could meet, but the time has

not been set yet’.

Aiden was so great at pleasing Charles that the latter just kept holding him in higher regard and favored him.

“Philip, look at Aiden. You should learn from him if you have the time instead of wasting your life away. If you

really can’t make it on your own, get Aiden to get you a job. You’ll look more proper that way,” Charles finally

spoke on behalf of Philip’s future for the very first time. It was a great start, but Philip felt uncomfortable

listening to it. Aiden Grant’s company was worth only about a few million. It was not even enough for his

allowance. “Philip, what are you standing there for, hurry up and beg Aiden.” Martha glared hatefully at Philip.

What an idiot!

Her husband had already spoken up for him, but he was still just standing there. He deserved to be looked

down upon! On the other hand, Aiden sat up straight, with his eyes narrowing slightly as he waited cheekily for

Philip to come and beg him. He was feeling great! Although Wynn did not like Aiden, she felt that it was a good

opportunity as well. However… “No need.

Thank you, but that company’s a little too huge, I can’t get used to working there.” Philip calmly refused.

Charles and Martha’s faces immediately darkened. Charles snorted while Martha started berating him, “Philip,

how can you be so insensible? Leave this instant, our home doesn’t welcome you.” That was an order to

leave. Philip was immediately pushed out of the house by Martha. Bam! The door closed, and Philip shook his

head, smiling bitterly. He took out his phone to give Anna Carter a call. “I don’t really like this Aiden Grant.”

Anna was at the gallery, busy with decorations. When she received this call, she immediately answered,

“Understood, Mr.

Clarke.” She then immediately stopped the people working in the gallery and called Aiden’s number. Aiden

was currently boasting to the Johnston family when he received a call. Seeing that it was from the

representative of Civil Gallery, he immediately flaunted it to Charles. “Uncle Johnston, look.

It’s a call from the gallery representative.” “Hello, Manager Carter… Has Mr. Clarke agreed to see us?” Aiden

was ecstatic and pleased. He spoke loudly. “Mr. Grant, we regret to inform you that we can’t rent the gallery to

you anymore.” “What?” “This is Mr. Clarke’s intention. He seems to be a little upset, so the gallery will not be

opened to outsiders,” said Anna coldly.

Her tone was apparent. Toot! The call was cut off and Aiden’s face froze in an instant. His expression turned

ugly.