The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 440

Philip did not know what to do because he had never experienced this before. He could sense a tinge of jealousy in the air. Were these two beauties fighting over him? "Alright, stop fighting."

Philip's face was filled with awkwardness. He did not know how to end this.

He was feeling remorseful toward Chloe.

"No need, this place is so small. There's no space for me anymore. I'm leaving."

Chloe took her bag and left.

"Why aren't you chasing after her? Go and coax your ex-fiancée."

Wynn peered at Philip coldly. She was feeling pleased with herself. See, the person Philip cared about the most was still her.

She was throwing a tantrum now. She wanted to see who Philip loved.

"Wynnie, please give me a break. There's nothing between us."

Philip felt aggrieved. It would be fine if there was really something going on between him and Chloe, but there was truly nothing between them.

It had been so many years. She could not keep bringing up the past, right?

"Hmph!"

Wynn scoffed coquettishly, but she could not hide the pleased smile on her face.

A few days later, Wynn was discharged from the hospital. Philip made a reservation in a restaurant and was about to treat Wynn to a candlelight dinner.

Wynn wanted to have a simple dinner at home so that they did not have to spend much money, but Philip refused.

After putting on a nice dress and some makeup, Wynn followed Philip out.

The restaurant was full of people since it was the weekend.

This was one of the grandest Western restaurants in Riverdale. On average, one person would need to spend a minimum of 1,000 bucks. The decorations in the restaurant were elegant and extravagant. The atmosphere here was also dainty and peaceful. This place was popular among young people.

"Sir, I'm sorry. This spot has been reserved. It was reserved by him."

The server led Philip to their seats, but the table was occupied by a pair of lovers.

This was the best table in the restaurant, which is why Philip had deliberately reserved this table. They could see the lake and the mountains from here. Now that it was occupied, he was slightly frustrated. "Are you blind? Don't you see that we're here first? Plus, aren't all tables the same? We made a reservation too. Why should I give him our table?"

The man at the table was wearing a white suit with a black shirt. He looked refined in his outfit, but he did not have any manners.

"I'm sorry, Sir. We told you your table number when you made the reservation. Please sit according to your number," the server said politely.

"My table is here! F*ck off!"

The man in the white suit said arrogantly and domineeringly. All the good tables had been reserved when he made the reservation, so he purposely came earlier to occupy this table. Naturally, he would not give this up so easily.

"Then please show me your reservation details."

"I don't have it."

"Sir..."

"Are you f*cking done?"

The man in the white suit said impatiently, "Get me your manager. Tell him who I am! Do you trust that I'll make you lose your job with just one word?"

He was saying this to the server, but at the same time, he was also saying this to Philip.

It was a blatant warning.

"It's fine, we'll get another table."

Wynn tugged Philip's hand. She did not want to have their spirits dampened because of this minor inconvenience.

"I don't think so. We reserved this table, so it's ours. If we keep exercising forbearance and turning big problems into small problems, we'll be looked down upon. Nothing can be accomplished without norms or standards. I think we should let them know what the word 'rules' means."

Philip lifted his eyebrows and peered at the man in the white suit before saying coldly.

"Oh, you motherf*cker, who are you scolding?"

The man in the white suit got up and lifted his hand to slap Philip.

Philip grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind him. Then, he grabbed the man's handsome face and slammed it down on the table.

"Ouch! It hurts! F*cking let go of me!" the man yelled in pain.

"I told you, this is my table. Do you understand?" Philip said coldly.

"What's going on?"

This time, a man in a black suit ran over hurriedly.

"Sir, this man here does not want to sit according to his number. He's occupying someone else's table," the server replied.

"Young Master Berkshire?"

The manager's expression changed when he saw the man in white. He pulled Philip's hand away and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

This was the young master from Capital City. He was the second young master of the Berkshires, Colton Berkshire!

"He's occupying my table," Philip said while frowning.

"I'm the manager here. I'll be the one deciding who gets which table. This table belongs to Young Master Berkshire today. For your compensation, I can give you a 20% discount for your bill." The manager's tone was firm.

"No, I must sit here today."

Philip's face fell. He did not want to give in.

No one in this world dared to take his things away from him.

"Really? Then, please get out. Our restaurant won't serve you."

The manager gestured with a cold face.