The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

At the front desk, Rose was waving the card as she swept an arrogant glance at Philip before saying, “Help me

check if this card can reserve us a private room.” Everyone was holding their breaths, waiting to watch Philip

make a fool of himself. The girl at the front desk received the card, swiped it, and all of a sudden, her

expression looked nervous. She asked, “Miss, is this your card?” When Rose saw this, she shook her head.

Extending her hand with red painted nails, she pointed to Philip, who was being surrounded and laughed

tauntingly. “It’s not mine. It’s his.” Haha! What a joke! Philip is going to make a fool of himself, and Wynn would

lose all face along with him! This is too great. There’s actually a man who would publicly ridicule himself. Rose

was dying of happiness. She glanced happily over at Wynn who was looking sullen and mocked, “Deputy

Manager Johnston, your husband sure is an excellent man.” Wynn was extremely embarrassed. She shot a

vicious glare at Philip, ready to reprimand him when the girl at the front desk suddenly ran out. She then stood

respectfully in front of Philip and said very politely, “Sir, you are our restaurant’s platinum member.

There is a special room specially reserved for you. Please follow me.” The mocking snickers around them

immediately stopped! That all happened too suddenly! Everyone could not regain their sense. What was

happening? A special room…? Rose was the first to speak, agitated as she pointed at Philip and nagged,

“Hey, hey, hey, are you mistaken? He’s your restaurant’s platinum member?” “Take a closer look. He’s a

delivery man. A kept man even! How could he be a platinum member?” Gavin, too, was dumbstruck.

He had prepared a lot of sarcasm, ready to unleash! But this sudden revelation of Philip being a platinum

member caught him off guard that he felt a lump stuck in his throat. Wynn was looking at the female staff,

confused, and then turned to look at Philip. Was her husband a platinum member at Virtuous Court? She just

heard from Gavin that a regular membership required one million in annual spending. Did that not mean that a

platinum membership would cost at least a few million? The female staff smiled politely and said, “I’m not

mistaken. This is a platinum card, and our restaurant has issued only eight pieces where each cardholder has

a private room specially reserved for them.” “Woah!” The crowd gasped. One private room for each

cardholder! This was a service fit for a king! Was this… still Wynn’s wretched husband? “Sir, this is your card.

Please follow me,” said the staff respectfully. Philip took the card then looked at the crowd who was staring

wide-eyed and gritting their teeth at him. He explained, “It’s not mine, it belongs to my company’s boss. I’m just

here to make a reservation.”

Phew! Upon hearing Philip’s explanation, Gavin and Rose let out a sigh of relief. So, it was just a case

of jobbery, taking his boss’s card to put on a front. F*ck! Rose’s knees even went weak from the shock.

Gavin shot Philip a furious glare then taunted, “And here I was wondering why, so it was just dishonest

advertising.” At this, the others sniggered. But, since the room has been reserved, it was a waste not to

use it. Philip did not explain. He only said to Wynn faintly, “Take them to dinner. I’ll go back first.” Then,

without waiting for Wynn to persuade him to stay, Philip had already walked out of Virtuous Court with

the box of painting in his hands. Although Wynn felt terrible, she could not resist her colleagues’ urges,

and they followed the staff into the private room. Gavin and Rose naturally did not enjoy this dinner

very much because it was only made possible by Wynn’s useless husband. A few moments after Philip

had left Virtuous Court. He received a short message from Wynn: Thank you. Philip looked at it and

smiled, replying: No problem. Philip still felt guilty toward Wynn. He was actually the heir to the world’s

largest consortium, but because he was unwilling to inherit the family business, he had come to

Riverdale City to experience being poor. So, when would he tell Wynn about this? Maybe after a little

while. After renting a bicycle, Philip headed for the hospital. On the way there, as Philip made a right

turn, a motorcycle came speeding his way! The buzzing sounds of the motorcycle’s engine rang in his

ears, and in an instant, Philip felt a strong breeze beside him as the motorcycle swerved right.

Following a crashing sound, the riders and the bike fell into the grass beside the road. “Oh no!” Philip

tossed his bicycle away and rushed over to see if the occupants of the bike were hurt. A man and a

woman climbed up from the grass. The woman’s black skirt had been torn by the tree branches and

she looked frightened. The man had his hands on his waist as he bellowed,

“Are you trying to kill yourself? F*ck!” Philip quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there. Are

you guys alright? Do you want to go to the hospital? I’ll compensate for the bike.” Upon hearing this,

the man exploded in a fit of rage and started scolding Philip. “This is a Harley-Davidson Sportster Iron

883 Custom! It’s worth two hundred thousand! Can you afford to compensate for it?” Philip answered,

“I’ll compensate you three hundred thousand. The hundred thousand is for medical expenses.” The

man broke into a sarcastic laugh before giving Philip a furious shove. “You think you have a lot of

money? Three hundred thousand? Can you pay up? What are you pretentious for?!” Philip staggered

backward from the shove. He frowned and said, “You’re the ones running a red light. I’m already kind

enough to not argue with you on that, don’t push it!” Philip was not in the wrong for turning right. The

rider was just trying to run a red light. If they were to be reasonable, it was the rider’s fault. “You said

I’m running a red light? Which eye did you see it with?” The biker let out a sudden outburst and roared.

Just then, the girl behind him finally regained her senses. She took off her helmet, looked at Philip, and

screeched, “Why are you here?”

Philip looked at the source of the voice to realize that the girl was Lynn Johnston! The atmosphere

immediately became awkward. “Brother Jacob, don’t let him off so easily!” Lynn shouted harshly. This

man was Jacob Wells, the son of a wealthy man. As Philip looked at Lynn, feeling a little hesitant,

Jacob pointed at Philip’s nose and asked Lynn, “Do you know him?” Lynn nodded, glaring at Philip. “My

cousin brother-in-law, but we’re not close. He’s a kept man.” “Shit! A kept man was trying to act all

pretentious in front of me? Are you tired of living?” Jacob scolded before taunting Philip, saying, “Alright

then, didn’t you say you would compensate three hundred thousand dollars? Pay up!” A contemptuous

smirk appeared on Lynn’s cold expression. Three hundred thousand? Hah! Where would useless trash

like Philip find three hundred thousand? Philip had initially wanted to pay up, but now he did not want

to. “I don’t feel like it anymore because you guys were the ones running a red light.” If Lynn had not

been here, Philip might have paid up to settle the matter quietly. But now, he could not do so. Lynn let

out a cold laugh. “Haha! I think you just don’t have the money. Weren’t you doing really well in your act