The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 51

Philip felt the hair on his skin stand under the scrutiny of the crowd. He then saw Aiden walking over to him with a smirk.

"Philip, try repeating what you've said just now. I didn't hear it clearly." Aiden looked patronizing. This Philip really likes to speak up wherever he's not needed. Doesn't he know his place? To even dare to spout such nonsense. If I, Aiden Grant, can't settle this, would a piece of trash like him be able to?

Philip pouted. After some thought, he answered honestly, "I said that the matter today would not be as easy as it seems. There might be illegal fund-raising involved in this, so I don't think a favor from someone would be able to solve it. Hence, I'd like to ask a friend for help. Is there a problem?"

At this, Aiden immediately snorted. "Holy sh*t, you're really something Philip. You even have friends now? Why? Feel like playing hero today? Sure, why don't you handle this?"

After Aiden spoke, the older folks around started bombarding insults.

"Martha, what does your son-in-law mean? Does he want to take the lead? He looks so shabby, what can he do? Wouldn't this just be an embarrassment?"

"This is Martha's son-in-law, a wretched piece of trash who makes deliveries. What can he do? Stop acting almighty and talking big!"

"Youngsters nowadays really like to dream too far without being realistic. Perhaps he's feeling upset cause he saw how capable Aiden is."

Martha was immediately furious when she heard her friend's mocking Philip. Slap! She threw a hard slap across Philip's face and yelled angrily, "Beat it! There's nothing for you to do here! One more word from you, and I'll make Wynnie divorce you!"

Philip froze. He could feel his cheeks boil. His gaze turned cold as a fire burned in his chest. However, he could not show his mother-in-law any temper.

After she was done scolding Philip, Martha tugged on Aiden's arm apologetically and smiled at him. “Addy, don't listen to Philip's nonsense. What does a slacking piece of trash like him know? We still need you to help us with this."

This was like a soap opera in the eyes of the crowd. They only found it more amusing as they watched on. The crowd's insults and mockery became harsher at this, and that pleased Aiden even more. He was here to show off his capabilities and connections to his future mother-in-law today, so how could he let Philip take that glory from him? Moreover, what right did trash like Philip have to put on an act in front of him?

At this thought, Aiden lifted his chin and stared down at Philip condescendingly. "Didn't you say you can solve this? Then, you do it. I want to see just what you, Philip Clarke, can do to settle this issue today." Philip frowned hard. When he noticed how his mother-in-law was glaring at him like she wanted to swallow him alive, and the dark expressions of all the older folks around as they gritted their teeth, Philip knew that he should not do anything. "I'm sorry, my friend has something up, so he can't help. Why don't you do it, after all." Philip sighed.

Aiden chuckled. He gave Philip a vicious shove then said cheekily, "Since you don't have any capabilities, why did you put on an act earlier? Envious of me?" It's so obvious that you're jealous of me. I, Aiden Grant, am so handsome, so rich. What rights do you, Philip, have to act in front of me?

However, Philip merely smiled and stood quietly in a corner. Why should he waste time talking to a narcissist?

At this, the crowd burst into laughter.

"There are so many types of youngsters today. Doesn't he feel ashamed? He's dressed so shabbily and even talks nonsense. Now that it's backfired, he's behaving like a coward." "Don't say that. He's still Martha's son-in-law. Although he's a piece of trash, at least he has good in-laws."

As Philip listened to these baseless gossips, he felt helpless. His mother-in-law was even now cozying up to Aiden, chattering happily with him, seemingly closer to him than she was with this son-in-law of hers. Philip went to a corner, and when no one was looking, he called Theo.

At the same time, within the private room of a prestigious hotel, the interior design was luxurious and there were tall, beautiful staff waiting inside. Theo was enjoying himself, having a drink with a middle-aged fat man. To be more precise, that middle-aged fat man was trying to flatter Theo.

The large man was smiling brightly as he took out a silver bank card from his black wallet and, together with a stack of contracts, handed it respectfully to Theo who was currently smoking a cigar.

If there were anyone else in the room, they would definitely recognize this large middle-aged man. The president of Lucrative Funds Finance Company, Lamar Collins.

"Brother Theo, this is the company's bonus from last month. There are six million dollars, and here are thirteen real estate contracts," said Lamar.

Theo narrowed his eyes and nodded, asking his men to receive the offerings without restraint. He then patted Lamar's shoulder with a smile and said, "Mr. Collins, this will be the last time. Don't look for me again after this. Your company is dangerous, and I've already cleaned my hands from this field. I will advise you to convert your business as well. If things get serious, you might need to go to prison."

Lamar answered with a smile, "Don't worry, Brother Theo. This had nothing to do with you. So, if anything happens, I will be solely responsible. This is just my little token of appreciation. If it weren't for you supporting me back then, I would have never made it today."

Theo nodded and said nothing else.