The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 422

Martha took a moment to process that and then instantly blew up. "What do you mean by that, Philip? Your uncle is inviting you to dinner, but you can't be bothered? Do you think I want to invite you? If you want to say hi, come over yourself!"

Martha then hung up in a huff.

That Philip was getting more unreasonable by the day.

Philip was a little taken aback too, but it seemed like he had no choice. He had to attend that night, after all.

He gave Wynn a call, telling her he was going to pick her up from work that night.

It just so happened that George had just bought him a car recently. It was nothing too fancy, just a BMW 5 Series. That would do for his purposes.

That night, Philip drove his brand-new BMW and waited for Wynn outside her office building.

When she saw the new car, Wynn froze for a long while too. She was both pleasantly surprised and confused. "Where did you get the money to buy this car?"

Philip leaned on the car door, wearing shades. He looked quite dashing like that.

He then bowed slightly and opened the car door, inviting Wynn to get into the car like a true gentleman.

Philip said, "I told you, right? I still have some change left over, so I bought this car for you. That way you won't have to take the public transport to work every day."

Wynn was quite touched, but she rolled her eyes anyway and said, "Don't spend your money so recklessly after this, you hear me?"

Philip shrugged in reply.

Snowsea Ambrosia was one of the higher-class restaurants. Since Wynn's uncle could afford to treat them to dinner here, it meant that he was not doing too shabby himself.

Philip and Wynn stopped the car at the front door and handed the keys to the valet before going upstairs together.

As soon as they entered the room their uncle had booked, they saw that Charles, Martha, and their uncle Mont Renner were already there. Mont's entire family and a few other relatives they did not recognize were there too.

"Hi, Uncle Mont, Aunt Fern."

Wynn greeted her relatives one by one.

Philip nodded and greeted each of them as well.

However, the Renners looked at him with derision, not really acknowledging him at all.

Mont's daughter, Cindi, was the worst of them all. She watched Philip take his seat with eyes full of contempt. Just look at him, acting as though he had never had a meal at a restaurant before. He was shrinking away like a wilted wallflower.

Geez, why did they have to invite him?!

Cindi's mother, Fern Milner, looked very much like her. Although the older woman was already past forty, she was quite stylishly dressed. She gave Philip a sideways look and said coolly, "Looks like just about any beggar can eat with us these days."

She was pretty blatantly looked down on Philip now.

Martha just watched them coldly without a word. Inwardly, she was already counting all of Philip's faults over again.

If she had known this would happen, she would not have invited him. He was an embarrassment after all.

At the same time, Martha was also quite annoyed by Fern's attitude.

Fern had humiliated Philip the very moment he walked into the room. In a way, that was an insult to Martha as well.

The other uncles and aunts around the table who did not know Philip were all looking at Fern in confusion too. They then turned to look at the man who had just taken a seat.

The sharper minds could immediately read the room. It seemed that the Renners were not particularly fond of this relative of theirs.

As such, the strangers' lips curved into distant smiles of derision.

The atmosphere was slightly tense.

Philip had barely just taken his seat, and the chair was still cold to his touch. However, he wasted no time looking at Cindi's mother and smiling sheepishly. "In that case, I guess I'll leave. I have something else to attend to anyway, so please enjoy your meal, Uncle Mont, Aunt Fern. I'll see you next time."

Philip stood to leave. The second he turned around, the mild smile on his face turned ice-cold.

He had not forgotten how Fern had taunted him at his own wedding, how much she flaunted her wealth.

Philip had been hiding his identity back then, and he did not want any trouble, so he was as polite as could be to her.

Things were different now. He did not need to tolerate their boasting anymore.

They were like fleas baring their tiny mandibles at a lion. What a joke.

"I'll go back now too, then. Enjoy your meal."

Wynn's expression was cold too and she turned to leave.

"Alright, alright. Sit back down, Wynn, Philip."

Mont spoke up, his expression calm. He gave his wife a glare and muttered, "Why did you have to go and run your mouth? Can't you just eat your dinner in peace?"

Mont was fed up with his wife. All she ever did was compare and cause conflict.

Philip was still Wynn's husband, after all, and he was Mont's nephew-in-law. How was Mont supposed to face Philip when Fern insulted him outright like that?

Fern crossed her arms in front of her chest and gave no way at all. Instead, she nagged him like a village crone. "Dinner? All you ever know is eating. Do you have to drag every broke relative you have to every meal? You'll die of overwork because of them someday!

"Don't you know who you've invited today? Why would you let in any mongrel off the streets? How are we supposed to eat like this? The whole room reeks!"

Fern was relentless with her words, insulting Philip and all the Johnstons along with him.

Wynn sat next to Philip, her delicate hands clenched into fists. She was clearly furious as well.

Aunt Fern was always like this, always looking down on her family.

Even so, the way she was openly insulting the Johnstons like this today was one step too far. "Let's go."

Wynn stood up, her entire body trembling in anger.

However, Philip suddenly grabbed her wrist and said with a smile, "No, let's stay. We'll have dinner here tonight."