The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 169

Philip Clarke?

Martha frowned. She looked annoyed. Whenever she heard Philip's name, she would feel as if her entire body was covered in thorns. However, she hid that feeling in a blink of an eye. Miss Sommerset was the one who sent over all these gifts.

There was precious jewelry, a car, and also cash.

It was obvious that Miss Sommerset was from an affluent family.

"Um, our Philip is friends with Miss Sommerset?" Martha smiled.

That man replied politely, "I don't know the details. I'm just here to deliver the gifts."

After he said that, the man left with his men. He came just as quickly as he left.

Martha finally came back to her senses.

She was rich!

"Charlie, Wynn, we're going to be rich! These... These things are worth so much money! We also have two million bucks!"

Martha was so excited that her bottom did not hurt anymore. She stared at those gifts and the two boxes of cash. She wanted so badly to fall asleep while holding them. Charles was excited, of course. Especially when he saw those calligraphies. He could tell that they were extremely valuable.

They were of good quality. They were amazing things!

The two of them had fallen into the enemy's hands.

"Wynn, who is Miss Sommerset? Does she know Philip?"

Martha was not an idiot. Miss Sommerset only gave them these things because of Philip.

Philip was a worthless scum, so how did he get so many wealthy friends?

That kid was hiding a lot of things from them!

Wynn's face fell. She said angrily with a cold expression on her face, "Mom, Dad, return these things immediately. We can't accept them."

Wynn did not understand what Chloe was trying to say by doing this, but she could tell that she was displaying her power with money.

Chloe Sommerset wanted to steal Philip away from her!

No way in hell!

Philip was her husband and he was Mila's father. Wynn would not admit defeat!

When Martha heard that Wynn wanted to return all of these gifts, she started to make a fuss. She shrieked, "No! No! You can't! Miss Sommerset gave me these. These are mine! They belong to me, Martha Yates! Who are you to send these back?"

Martha's eyes would only open for money. This was the snobbish Martha Yates.

So what if Wynn was her daughter? Was she better than money?

Martha would not return these gifts even if she had to cut off ties with her daughter.

There were so many gold necklaces. Also, she had two million bucks and a Maserati.

Martha never had these things before. How could she just give them back?

"Mom, do you know why she gave you these?" Wynn was stomping her feet in anger. Tears were forming in her eyes. She was so unfortunate to have such a money-minded mother.

"I don't care. Wynn Johnston, I'm warning you. Miss Sommerset gave me these things, so they're mine now. You don't have the right to make me return them!"

Martha was guarding those gifts while glaring at Wynn.

"Charlie, say something. Tell me, should I return these things or not?"

Martha was trying to gain more momentum with Charles.

Charles was conflicted. To be honest, he liked the two calligraphies. One of them was from Wang Xizhi!

Gosh!

If word got out, his ranking in the collector's circle would go up!

However, he could tell that his daughter was mad.

"Martha, why don't we return these? As the saying goes, 'don't get a reward if it's not deserved'. Even if they are for us, we can't take them!" Charles still cared about his daughter.

Martha exploded. She sat on the ground and wailed while slapping her thighs, "Charles Johnston, oh Charles Johnston! You're bullying me because I don't have the same last name as you two, right? You Johnstons are the worst! What have I gotten after getting married to you for so many years? I was blind when I got married to you, and I even gave birth to a heartless child! I'm so mad! I can't live like this anymore! I don't want to live anymore!

"I'll tell you guys now, I won't return any of these things! If you dare to return these, I'll drink insecticide and die!"

When Martha started making a fuss, no one could handle her.