Chapter 421
The First Heir
Philip sighed and said, âSoon. I donât want to make a move before going back home.â
The man in the shadows said no more before leaving.
The next day, Philip returned to the villa and saw that Martha had already taken over more than half of
it.
She had moved all the things from their old residence over, and she even told Philip with considerable
pride, âWhat do you think? I did a good job decorating the place, didnât I?â
Philip glanced around for a while and then went upstairs for a look too. He soon realized that she had
somehow turned the villa into what looked like a residential shack.
She had even taken over the master bedroom he shared with Wynn.
In fact, she even moved their wedding photo to the smaller bedroom downstairs.
Martha saw how stormy his expression was when he came downstairs from the master bedroom. She
immediately knew what she had done wrong, so she snuck a glance at Charles next to her.
Charles ignored her and earned a glare from her.
âMove all your things out!â
Philipâs expression was dark as he glared fiercely at Martha.
Martha was very reluctant to leave. The master bedroom was luxurious and she had fallen in love with
it, so there was no way she would want to leave.
âNo! My daughter bought this house with her money. Besides, are you asking me and your father to
stay downstairs?â
Martha said unreasonably, âBoth your father and I are old, so we should get the best room. Iâm not
moving!â
Philip raised his eyebrows. He could not be bothered to argue with Martha, so he said coldly, âI wonât
waste my breath on you. Move your things out of my room before the end of today. If I see your things
still there when I get back, Iâll call the guards to throw you out!â
With that, Philip left without turning back.
Martha was properly incensed now.
âDang it, what right does that good-for-nothing have to be so harsh on us? What did he mean by that?
Was he the one who paid for this villa?â
Martha was really cross right now. She plopped her butt onto the couch.
Her behavior was giving him a headache. He said, âIâm telling you, you should treat Philip better from
now on. Canât you see that heâs no longer the same good-for-nothing he used to be?â
Why was this crazy woman so blind to these things?
âWhat do you saying now, Charles Johnston?â
Martha cocked her head. She had no idea what Charles was implying.
Charles thought it over. âThink carefully. What did Philip give me for my birthday? It was a piece of
authentic work from the Tang Bohu, worth several millions!â
Martha snorted. âTch, is that all? He just stumbled across it at an antique market somewhere.â
Charles shook his head. âI donât think so. Think again, what did he give your father during the old manâs
seventieth birthday party? It was a jade ring worth a hundred million, right? Do you think he found that
at a market too? He just gave it to the old man out of nowhere, without even blinking an eye.â
Marthaâs heart skipped a beat. She had not thought about it before, but now that the idea was planted
in her mind, her heart pounded non-stop.
What was up with Philip Clarke?
Charles had finally opened Marthaâs eyes to the facts. He stood up and shook his head, sighing. âListen
to me, and be more respectful to Philip from now on, alright? Or else youâll regret it later.â
Charles then left the villa to play chess with his friends.
Martha stayed sitting on the couch, but the more she thought about it, the more confused she became.
Yeah, what was the matter with that good-for-nothing?
Could he secretly be from a wealthy family?
That made no sense. If he was rich, why would he suffer at the Johnstonsâ for three years?
No, she had to find out more about his actual background.
That afternoon, Philip was chatting with George at Apex Tower when he received a call from Martha.
âPhilip, Wynnâs uncle, my cousin, is coming to Riverdale for a business meeting tonight, and heâll pay
us a visit in the meantime. They want to invite us to dinner, do you want to join?â
Marthaâs tone from the other end of the phone was slightly honeyed.
She had no choice. The villa was under Philipâs name, after all.
She had to butter Philip up first, pull the wool over his eyes and find out more about his true
capabilities.
After that, she could remove his name from the property deed and put her own instead!
That way, she could then do whatever she liked.
âMe? Nah, Iâm not going. Say hi to them for me, just tell them that Iâm busy tonight so I canât make it.â
Philip was no fool. He could tell what Martha was planning by her tone, so he did not want to go there
only to get insulted again.
Besides, Wynnâs uncle and his family had always been on bad terms with the Johnstons.
That did not change even though they moved to Golden City such a long time ago.
After all, they had not met each other at all over the past two years.