The First Heir

Chapter 12

Watching everyone causing a commotion, Wynn felt like she was sitting on needles. Although she did not know what Philip had prepared, he had told her that it was a painting.

Philip was not a complete idiot, so he had brought the painting that Russell had given him. But sadly, Wynn did not know. She only thought that Philip had simply bought a random decorative painting. Now that Aiden had brought out his famous Chinese painting and received great comments from everyone, the painting in Philip’s hand paled compared to a treasure like that. He would be humiliating himself if he took it out.

“It’s just a gift. There’s nothing to see.” Wynn chirped in for Philip before shooting him a vicious look. If he humiliated himself in front of everyone today, she would hate him forever! She would never be able to lift her head up again in front of Aiden.

“Sis, you’re just rude now. We can’t ignore Cousin Brother-in-law’s regards,” Lynn giggled as she said. She then walked over and snatched the long gift box from under the table that Philip had kept hidden.

“Hey, it’s also a long gift box. Could it be a painting as well?” Lynn deliberately dragged her tone as she filled it with sarcasm.

Philip did not know what to say, so he just kept quiet.

“You didn’t buy this from a two-dollar shop, did you?”Lynn shook the gift box and taunted.

“I bought it from an antique market,” said Philip.

As soon as he said that, the people in the room glanced oddly at Philip. An antique market? How shameful! They were looking at Philip with laughter in their eyes.

Charles, however, relaxed a bit, changing his views on Philip. This son-in-law at least knew of his hobbies, so it was already good enough. But that was all. Compared to the treasure that Aiden had

gifted him earlier, something from an antique market was not worth mentioning.

“Hahaha! How amusing! Did you buy this from an antique market? Aren’t you just being disrespectful to Uncle?” Lynn mocked. “I’ve heard that goods from an antique market are all counterfeits, and most of them are just dirty.”

This term ‘dirty’ struck a nerve. Charles’s expression immediately fell dark. He could understand the usage of that word in the inner circle. It was true that a lot of goods from the antique market were ‘dirty’. If one was not careful when buying, it would bring about misfortune. Charles then snorted while the positive view he had for Philip earlier disappeared.

Wynn quickly stood up to snatch the gift box back from Lynn’s hand. “Then, don’t look at it.”

“That won’t do. We have to look at it. I’m curious to see what he has bought.” Lynn turned around and hastily opened the gift box to take out the painting scroll inside.

A painting? When the crowd saw this, their gaze alternated between Philip and Aiden. It was no wonder Philip did not want to take it out. What painting could compare to that treasure earlier?

Lynn was amused to see the mocking looks on everyone’s faces and then Wynn’s dark eyes. She unreeled the scroll with a swift movement, and the painting appeared in front of everyone’s eyes.

The crowd craned their necks to look at it and was first captivated by the exquisiteness of the painting. The character portrayal was rich, the colors bright, and the lines were soft and delicate. It was a great piece! But the more they looked at it, the more confused they got.

“This… Isn’t this the exact same painting as Aiden?” A young lad among the crowd exclaimed with wide eyes.

In an instant, everyone came to realize that this was the exact same painting, ! With a turn of their heads, they looked at Philip.

Was this a joke? He just bought a ? This was clearly a counterfeit!

The moment the painting was exposed, Aiden already recognized that it was the same painting as his. He was initially stunned, but after that, he laughed coldly. Even the heavens are on my side, hahaha! Oh, Philip, you’re done for! To bring a counterfeit for the old man as a birthday gift is a brave move! Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Lynn purposefully shrieked loudly, “Cousin Brother-in-law, why is your painting the exact same one as Brother Aiden’s? Could yours be fake?”

Everyone had the same first thought. Philip’s painting had come from an antique market, so it must be fake!

“How do you know that it’s fake?” Philip’s voice suddenly rang through the whole room.

The crowd was first stunned, and then they stared incredulously at Philip. Was this guy nuts? Among these two paintings, one was by Aiden, who had spent a few hundred thousand to get it while the other was bought in an antique market. It was easy to tell which was real and which was fake.

Wynn nervously kicked Philip under the table, signaling him to stop saying nonsense. She had already told him before they came here, asking him to tolerate, so why did he not listen? He was really embarrassing!