The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 364

“Thanks, but no thanks, Manager Frank. I quite like the feeling of being taken care of by my wife. Plus, she likes taking care of me.”

Philip said shamelessly as he smiled at Wynn.

“Sure, I’ll take care of you,” Wynn replied coordinately, her eyes sparkling with stars.

Anger flared in Frank at the scene before him. Scoffing, he returned to his seat for there was not much left for him to say.

Samantha saw through him and kicked Frank under the table, mumbling, “What’s that all about? You can’t possibly have taken a fancy to my cousin now, have you?!”

Her piercing gaze demanded answers.

Frank smiled, holding Samantha’s small hand in his own. “What are you talking about? There’s only you.”

The meal progressed with Paula’s family picking on Philip at any chance they got. To which he merely brushed off and paid them no heed. After all, it would not make sense to let such brainless comments dampen his mood.

Wynn, though, nudged the back of his legs worriedly with her own and whispered, “Are you okay? We can go out if you’re not.”

Philip smiled. “It’s okay. I’ve gotten used to it.”

Frank only got more frustrated as he watched Philip and Wynn murmur to each other. He was going to humiliate the dumb f*cker in front of everyone!

“What’s going on, Manager Stanford? Did I not say to reserve the Dragon King Room?!”

From outside the room came the frustrated voice of a middle-aged man.

“I’m really sorry, Mr. Wagner. There has been a mistake. How about I move you to the Crown Prince Pavillion instead?”

“Move? What’s the point of moving us now? I want this private room! Do you have any idea who Mr. Cash is meeting today? Go and tell the people inside to give me the room. I’ll compensate for the price.”

“This… To tell you the truth, Mr. Wagner, the one who booked the Dragon King Room is the general manager of Rocker Pharmaceutical. He’s not someone I can offend.”

By general manager of Rocker Pharmaceutical, Manager Stanford was referencing Frank McDonald. It was a public listed company on the Fortune Global 500, after all. He was not someone a mere restaurant manager such as himself could afford to offend.

Hearing the manager fighting outside, coupled with his already stewing anger, Frank was quick to scold, “Who’s outside? Can’t you tell we’re eating here? Take him away, Manager Stanford!”

Such an instruction immediately buffed up the ego in everyone in the private room. Paula and the rest suddenly felt their status rise.

“It’s me, Hiram Wagner.”

The doors opened to enter a 30-year-old man in glasses with a soft-spoken vibe. He spoke politely. “My apologies, everyone. Can you please move to another private room? I’ve booked this one here. As for the price, don’t worry, I’ll pay.”

“No! Why do we have to move? What price? Are you looking down on us?”

“Exactly! Who are you to order us around?”

“Frank here doesn’t lack money! We’re not moving!”

The Yates sisters, Paula and Martha, were the fiercest with their shouting. They showed complete disregard for Hiram.

Frank’s heart shook slightly in faint recognition at the name Hiram Wagner, but it was too late to back down now after his mother-in-law and Samantha’s words. He could only face it head-on. “Mr. Wagner, right? We’re already halfway through our meal, I don’t think it’s very nice to have us move out now, don’t you think?”