The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 226

When Martha got home, she was still in a fit of rage. Hence, she called Philip to come over. She had to vent her anger. Philip

finally understood why she was so mad. It must have been because the Yates were aware of the thumb ring’s value. What should

he do now? Were they suspicious of his identity?

“Mom, what’s going on? What do you mean 100 million?” Philip asked, pretending to be innocent. Martha became even angrier

when she saw Philip’s face. She yelled, “You worthless bum! You don’t know anything!

Get out! Get out now! I get so angry when I look at you!” “Okay.” His mother-in-law was still mad, so he did not want to stay there

anymore either.

Hence, Philip turned around to leave. However, before Philip could leave, Martha shrieked bossily out of the blue, “Wait, come

back!” “Is there something else, mom?” Philip asked. Martha pondered and asked, “You…

Did you really get that thumb ring from an antique market?” Martha still felt suspicious. “Yeah. I bought

it at the same time when I bought that painting for dad. What’s wrong? Is it valuable?” Philip pretended

to be excited. “Of course! You bastard! It’s not just valuable. When Mr. Field evaluated its worth, we

found out that it costs 100 million bucks! 100 million! You spendthrift!” Martha was beginning to feel sad

again; she collapsed on the sofa and started bawling while rolling around. After making a fuss, Martha

got up and grabbed Philip’s hand. She said, “Come, take me to the same market. Let us buy a few

more.” Philip was surprised, but he understood what Martha was trying to do. Did she think he was an

expert? “Mom, it was just blind luck. I bought that thing randomly,” Philip said helplessly.

His mother-in-law was so unpredictable. Did she love money that much?

Martha turned a deaf ear to all his words. Her mind was occupied with obtaining 100 million bucks. She

said in dissatisfaction, “Are you going to come with me or not? If you’re not coming, then get out of my

house! I’ll ask Wynn to divorce you!” What was Philip trying to say now? Was he turning a deaf ear to

everything she had said? He was being truant! Philip looked at Martha’s furious face and came to the

conclusion that he did not have much of a choice. He nodded and said, “Alright, I’ll come, but I don’t

have any money with me right now.” When Martha heard him say he did not have any money, she took

a step back. She looked at Philip cautiously and asked, “How much?” Philip thought for a while and

said randomly,

“Two to three thousand I guess.” “That much? Are you scamming me?”

Martha yelled. Clearly, the act of asking her for two to three thousand bucks was equivalent to asking

her to slice her own flesh. Philip replied and said that they indeed needed that much. Martha gritted her

teeth and ran back to her bedroom after making up her mind. She took a few thousand bucks with her

and then urged Philip to hurry up. She was very set on trying her luck.

When they exited the house, Philip made an excuse that he had to buy something first and then called

Russell’s number. On the other end of the phone, Russell asked respectfully, “Hello, Mr. Clarke, is there

something I can help you with?” Philip did not beat around the bush. He said, “Are you familiar with the

antique market?” “Yeah, I have a few friends over there.

What’s wrong? Do you want to buy some old things, Mr. Clarke? What do you need? Just tell me. I’ll

send them to you as gifts,” Russell said flatteringly. “It’s n-nothing…” Philip then told Russell everything,

and the latter admitted to being half responsible for the ordeal as he should not have revealed the true

price of the thumb ring. Philip did not blame him and instead said, “We’ll meet at the antique market.

You can randomly choose one for us. Just make my mother-in-law happy. I’ll return the money to you

later.” How could Russell accept Philip’s money? He said quickly, “Mr.

Clarke, you’re too kind. Just treat this as a little gift from me to aunty. We’ll meet at the north entrance of the antique market.”

“Alright.” Philip agreed and hung up the phone. Shortly after, he heard Martha’s impatient tone of voice as she called out to him,

“Philip, what are you doing? Hurry up! What a good-for-nothing. I’m asking you to do something, and you’re dilly-dallying.” Philip

felt helpless. He yelled out a reply and then brought Martha to the market. In the end, after they got to the market and met

Russell, Martha proceeded to ignore Philip after exchanging greetings with Russell.

“Alright, Philip. You can go back now. Mr. Field will be here with me.”

Martha’s eyes were glued on Russell. She was extremely excited. He was the master and there was no doubt that he had a

better eye than Philip for antiques. Philip felt helpless and could only look at Russell. He said courteously, “Sorry for the trouble,

Mr. Field.” Russell beamed, waved his hand, and said, “It’s fine. I’ll just treat this as a playdate with Madam Yates.”

It was as if Russell was younger than Martha by seven to eight years. As Philip watched Martha and Russell walk into the

antique market, his right eye began to twitch. He had a feeling that something bad would happen and thus did not leave

immediately. Instead, he stood by the entrance and smoked a cigarette before leaving. Indeed, in less than ten minutes, Philip

received a call from Martha. A heated argument could be heard taking place on the other end of the phone. “Philip, come quick!

These penniless fools said I smashed one of their blue and white porcelain antiques and want me to pay them thirty million

bucks!” Martha said angrily. At the same time, she began fighting fiercely with the owner of the shop.