Chapter 440
The First Heir
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?
âAlright, stop fighting.â
Philipâs face was filled with awkwardness. He did not know how to end this.
He was feeling remorseful toward Chloe.
âNo need, this place is so small. Thereâs no space for me anymore. Iâm leaving.â
Chloe took her bag and left.
âWhy arenât you chasing after her? Go and coax your ex-fiancée.â
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.
âWynnie, please give me a break. Thereâs nothing between us.â
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?
âHmph!â
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.
âSir, Iâm sorry. This spot has been reserved. It was reserved by him.â
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.
âAre you blind? Donât you see that weâre here first? Plus, arenât all tables the same? We made a
reservation too. Why should I give him our table?â
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.
âIâm sorry, Sir. We told you your table number when you made the reservation. Please sit according to
your number,â the server said politely.
âMy table is here! F*ck off!â
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.
âThen please show me your reservation details.â
âI donât have it.â
âSirâ¦â
âAre you f*cking done?â
The man in the white suit said impatiently, âGet me your manager. Tell him who I am! Do you trust that
Iâll make you lose your job with just one word?â
He was saying this to the server, but at the same time, he was also saying this to Philip.
It was a blatant warning.
âItâs fine, weâll get another table.â
Wynn tugged Philipâs hand. She did not want to have their spirits dampened because of this minor
inconvenience.
âI donât think so. We reserved this table, so itâs ours. If we keep exercising forbearance and turning big
problems into small problems, weâll be looked down upon. Nothing can be accomplished without norms
or standards. I think we should let them know what the word ârulesâ means.â
Philip lifted his eyebrows and peered at the man in the white suit before saying coldly.
âOh, you motherf*cker, who are you scolding?â
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 manâs handsome face and
slammed it down on the table.
âOuch! It hurts! F*cking let go of me!â the man yelled in pain.
âI told you, this is my table. Do you understand?â Philip said coldly.
âWhatâs going on?â
This time, a man in a black suit ran over hurriedly.
âSir, this man here does not want to sit according to his number. Heâs occupying someone elseâs table,â
the server replied.
âYoung Master Berkshire?â
The managerâs expression changed when he saw the man in white. He pulled Philipâs hand away and
said coldly, âWhat are you doing?â
This was the young master from Capital City. He was the second young master of the Berkshires,
Colton Berkshire!
âHeâs occupying my table,â Philip said while frowning.
âIâm the manager here. Iâll 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.â The
managerâs tone was firm.
âNo, I must sit here today.â
Philipâs face fell. He did not want to give in.
No one in this world dared to take his things away from him.
âReally? Then, please get out. Our restaurant wonât serve you.â
The manager gestured with a cold face.