The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 521

Compare wealth?

The f*ck!

Everyone was stunned. Had this kid been struck dumb?

He dared to speak to Young Master Hane in such a manner?

Did he know what his family did?

Did he know how much his personal assets were?

He was just seeking death!

Kenneth’s expression turned grim instantly. This was the first time somebody actually mentioned the word ‘money’ in front of him.

“Brat! Do you want to die! You dare to talk this way. Is there anything on your body that can compare with Young Master Hane? You don’t even have the qualifications to be Young Master Hane’s watchdog! How dare you brag about money!”

Peyton stood up first. He slammed the table and shouted!

There were some words that Kenneth could not say, so he would do it on his behalf.

Philip sneered and responded, “Oh, no wonder I kept hearing dogs barking. So you’re Young Master Hane’s watchdog.”

“You… You’re going to die!”

Peyton’s face flushed red. He never expected this country bumpkin to insult him like this!

He glared at Philip furiously and was just about to take action when he was stopped by Kenneth.

“Okay, that’s enough. We’re here to have some fun. Don’t ruin the atmosphere over a little misunderstanding.”

Kenneth was very good at being diplomatic. He clapped his hands, raised his glass, and said, “Come on, let’s propose a toast to Marilyn and wish that she’ll be forever 18!”

Everyone stood up at that. Only Philip, Melody, and Cynthia remained seated.

Oh, and also the slightly tipsy Simon Luther did not stand up either.

He had too much to drink and his face was in a daze.

Melody was very angry. She was not here to be insulted. If not for the fact that she did not want to cause trouble for Philip, she would have trashed this place long ago!

Cynthia retained her image of a good girl. Although her sense of dressing was unrestrained and avant-garde, she had not said a word since she entered the door.

After all, this was not a circle she was familiar with. She chose to sit quietly and watch.

She was very familiar with the temperament of her best friend. Over the years, how many awesome rich young masters had not been beaten by this golden flower?

To compare these arrogant and domineering rich second-generation with the nostalgic bad guys from Fernvale, these people were really not worth mentioning.

Cynthia suddenly felt a little sad and drank a bit too much without her noticing. She had left that home for many years now.

The Larson family of Fernvale.

It had long existed in name only.

They withdrew from the mainland more than ten years ago. On the surface, it was to protect themselves, but in fact, they were just scared of death.