The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 20

At the same time, Philip had reached Civil Gallery. Today was his father-in-law's exhibition, so he had come to help out.

As soon as he entered the door, Philip noticed that the hall had been luxuriously decorated. There was quality and taste. It was definitely not done simply. It seemed that Anna had put in a lot of effort. Jasmine then noticed Philip, who was looking around at the door. She walked over with a smile and greeted, "Hello, do you need my help with anything? Uhm, you are..."

The exhibition today was extremely important. Manager Carter had instructed that everything had to be perfect as the guests today were all prominent figures in Riverdale City. Hence, all the staff had to be respectful and humble. They should never judge a person by their looks.

Jasmine had thought that Philip was a guest here for the exhibition. After all, she had already received a few, and they were now waiting at the resting area in the next hall. But to her surprise, it was him. Philip looked up and smiled faintly. "Hello, we meet again. I'm looking for Charles Johnston."

"Mr. Johnston?" Jasmine asked curiously before she put on a smile. Bowing slightly, she said, "Follow me, please."

Philip nodded. This young lady was not bad, after all. She was very sincere.

However, they had only taken a few steps when a mocking voice called out from behind.

"Yo, you're here, Philip?" Aiden was leading a few people into the gallery, looking very smug.

Philip turned around and answered with a smile, "I just got here."

Aiden walked over. He was dressed in an expensive navy blue suit, looking very handsome and emitting a domineering aura. He reached out to pat Philip on his shoulder and insulted him, "You shouldn't be here today. It's just a disgrace. The guests here at the exhibition are all prominent figures of Riverdale City. Wouldn't a useless son-in-law like you just put Uncle Johnston to shame?"

This Philip still had the guts to show up. It's like he can't gauge his own worth.

Philip frowned. He had no intention to respond to Aiden and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Aiden flared up. This rubbish actually dares to be this arrogant! Can't you see that I'm talking to you? What's with your attitude?

"Mr. Grant, your friend seems to be looking down on you." The few people behind Aiden teased.

"Philip, stand there!" Aiden was furious. When he recalled what happened yesterday, he got even more annoyed. He rushed over, clamped down on Philip's shoulder, and said viciously, "A trash like you has no place inside Civil Gallery. Get out this instant!"

"Shit! Is this Philip Clarke, the one you said who gave out a counterfeit painting?"

"He looks really broke. With this poor getup, he looks like a farmer.”

"A defect like this is actually Wynn Johnston's husband? What a pity."

The few friends Aiden had brought over started insulting Philip. At this, Aiden finally felt a little better. Look at you, Philip, you're such a disgrace. Wynn has lost all face just by being with trash like you. Philip frowned. His expression was a little dark. "I'm here to help.”

"Help?" Aiden laughed out loud. "How hilarious! Is there a need for wretched trash like you to help out here? Can't you see where this place is? Or what? Are you here to deliver food boxes to the prominent figures?" Aiden was now exposing his occupation to humiliate him.

"Mr. Grant, he's a delivery man? You didn't tell us!"

"No wonder he smells like sewers."

"Chase this person out immediately. Don't let him taint the air inside."

The few people ridiculed without holding back.

Philip frowned hard. He glared icily at Aiden and said, "Occupations are not divided by class. I don't think making deliveries is dirty."

These people are real snobs. What's wrong with making deliveries? Is it shameful? How many white-collared workers do you think waits for us, delivery men, to bring food over? Do you think I got arrogant from it? This won't do. I need to change everyone's views on delivery men. I need to spare some time to switch out the vehicles for everyone in the company. Scooters definitely won't work, but Harley's, maybe. Seeing Philip's frowning expression, Aiden laughed coldly. He patted Philip's shoulder heavily and said, "Trash will be trash. They will never be presentable." He then turned to Jasmine while pointing at Philip and said, "Why are you letting trash like him inside? Isn't it just an insult to Civil Gallery? Hurry and chase him out."

Jasmine's expression darkened. "I'm sorry, Mr. Grant. Our manager has instructed that everyone who comes here are guests. Please forgive me for being unable to comply." Unable to comply? Fine, fine, fine!

Aiden swung his hand away. After shooting Philip a vicious glare, he led his friends away. He was in a rush to f