The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 260

There were many sales personnel and prospective buyers in the large sales office, all of them gathered to watch the drama. Now,

however, all of them were feeling rather lost. Manson had been quite cocky just a while ago, but he was the Chief Staff Sergeant

around these parts. He had a reputation of getting up to such antics, but no one dared to really cross him at all. Yet here he was,

slapping his younger sister without hesitation. "Why did you hit me, Manny?" The flashy woman was utterly shell-shocked,

holding her face with hurt written all over her eyes. She had lost the two teeth she had just gotten fixed today. After that, even her

own brother slapped her twice. What on earth was happening? "B*tch! I told you to get on your knees and apologize to this man

and his lady! And their parents too! Are you disobeying me?" Manson was especially furious. His sister was being so stupid!

Could she still not read the situation? Everyone was once again blind-sided. Just a second ago, Manson was swearing that he

would not let this slide without three million in damages. So why had he suddenly ended up kowtowing and begging for

forgiveness? They did not understand at all, so all of them turned their gazes toward Philip. Just who was this unassuming man?

What kind of a background did he have? Martha looked completely shocked, her body soaked with waves of cold sweat. She

thought that Philip was done for, but then he summoned Theo over with just a phone call. Now the large man who had been

behaving so arrogantly just a while ago was bowing his head and apologizing for everything… Wynn's gaze had long since lost

focus. She more or less understood Theo's capabilities and influence, but she did not think it was this exaggerated. He just asked

for their names, and Manson had immediately fallen to his knees, begging.

Her eyes involuntarily went back to Philip. Just who was her husband? Did he truly come from a family of mere restaurant

owners? Did he really run away from home? For the first time, Wynn was starting to doubt that excuse.

However, just then, Philip said calmly, "Don't scare them, Theo. I've always been a reasonable guy. They want three million,

right? Then we'll give them three million." With that, he took a card out of his pocket and gave it to Theo, saying, "Withdraw three

million for me." "Yes, sir." Theo respectfully took the card and then personally walked out of the door. He went to a nearby bank

and withdrew three million bucks, filling a whole seven or eight bags with the cash. Smack! The seven or eight bags landed in

front of Manson loudly, spilling their contents everywhere. They were filled with bright red hundred-yuan notes! All tied and

bundled together! That image threatened to overwhelm everyone's senses! That was three million bucks?

Martha was the first to grow so excited she nearly fainted. Three million!

Philip actually really withdrew three million! With that, she glared at his back resentfully, muttering to

herself, "Well, well, Philip Clarke! You say you didn't hoard any money, but this just goes to show how

much you were actually hiding!" Now, Martha was even more certain that George Thomas had given

Philip far more than one million after he helped him that time.

There had to be at least five million! That cursed scum, how dare he try to keep it from her. Martha was

furious, even more so than when that flashy woman hit her. "Here's three million, not a penny less.

Want to take some?"

Philip sat on the couch calmly, looking at Manson who was bowing before him. Right now, Manson was

wishing for the sweet release of death. His entire body was shaking. Did he dare to take that three

million? No, he did not! That money would cost him his life! On the other hand, that flashy woman ran

up to them indignantly and grabbed the money from the table, saying, "Of course we'll take it! Why

shouldn't we? This is to make up for what you did to me!" That was three whole million in cash! The

temptation was all too real! How could Manny be so spineless? Of course they had to take it! However!

Bam! Manson finally blew up. He went forth and gave his sister an almighty kick, sending her sprawling

onto the floor as he roared at her, "Take it and I'll chop off your hands!" After that, he turned around and

knelt before Philip once more, slamming his head repeatedly onto the floor. "Mr. Clarke, please forgive

me and my sister. She's such a fool, but I'll apologize to you and your wife, sir! We were wrong, it was

our fault!

We'll even pay for the damages!" As he said that, Manson took a bank card from his pocket and offered

it to Philip respectfully. "Here's two million, Mr. Clarke. Think of it as my apology to you and your wife,

as well as payment for your parents' psychological damages and medical fees. Please, accept it!" By

now, most people could see that Philip was not your average citizen! The only one in the room who did

not recognize that fact was Martha. To her, he was still a good-for-nothing piece of trash. His money

was just a hidden nest egg. That Theo something or another was just an actor he called over to scare

Manson. Now, though, she was glad to see Manson apologize. She hastily grabbed the card from

Manson's hands and even swept the money on the table into the bags, taking it all for herself. "Alright, I

accept your offer on behalf of my son-in-law. Now, get the hell out of my sight." Everyone was once

again stunned, looking at Martha with their jaws on the floor. There truly was no end to her

shamelessness! Philip was exasperated. He glanced at Theo and shook his head, indicating at the

latter to call it a day. What else could he do? His mother-in-law was simply that greedy for money. Theo

shrugged too and barked, "Come on in!" Martha jumped and swiveled around to see more than a

dozen men in black suits charging through the door. She thought they were here to take the money

from her, so she hurriedly held the money against her chest. However, those men in black suits merely

grabbed Manson, his sister, and that fat middle-aged man who had stayed quiet all this time, escorting

the three of them away. With that, Theo bowed at Philip again and said, "Alright then, Mr.

Clarke. I'll take my leave." He then led his men away from the scene. Martha was ecstatic, forgetting all about her pain. She

hastily filled the bags with all the money and even casually told Philip, "Philip, I'll keep this money for you, okay? If you need it,

you can come ask me for it later." She could not stay here for long. Martha was worried that Philip would change his mind, so she

dragged Charles and the bags of money with her, taking off into a run. Philip was exasperated but helpless. He looked at Wynn

beside him and said, "Come on, we should go back too." Wynn did not say anything. She left the sales office at the hillside villa

with Philip, but once they were outside, she grabbed his arm and looked him in the eye, asking, "Why do you have so much

money? Where did you get it from? Also, what's up with that Theo Zander guy? Why is he…" Philip interrupted her before she

could finish that question and handed the card to her, saying, "Here, this card is for you. There's some money inside, some of my

savings from before I ran away from home. I also secretly bought some stocks since then and earned quite a bit. My initial plan

was to take you and Mila on a trip around the world after she leaves the hospital." In truth, this card was the one Philip had just

gotten at the bank earlier. There was an entire billion inside! What Wynn did not know was that the money had been saved under

her name.

She blinked and quietly accepted the card, giving him a dubious smile.

"Your savings? How much is there?" Philip rubbed his chin and grinned craftily. "Do you really want to know?" Wynn rolled her

eyes. "What, are you saying there's another million in there? Maybe ten million, or a hundred?" Of course, Wynn was just joking,

but Philip nodded and said calmly, "Yeah, I think there's ten of those…"