The First Heir

Chapter 254

Philip was powerless as he got chased out of the house just like that.

Standing at the entrance, he could still hear Martha’s tirade in the house.

After brief consideration, Philip called George. “Old Man George, can you help me keep a lookout for any houses on sale recently? Wynn’s mother is thinking of buying a villa. If she asks about it, you can handle it on your own.”

“Sure, Young Master. I know what to do,” on the other end of the line, George responded respectfully.

After hanging up the phone, George immediately notified his secretary to contact all the real estate agents in Riverdale.

As long as Martha had inquired about a villa to any real estate agent, the price would be reduced by half.

In that case, even Martha would be able to afford it.

After the arrangement, George responded to Philip who immediately gave his assent.

He would treat that as a gift to the Johnston family. After all, Philip had not given anything to Martha in the past three years.

After Philip left, Martha sulked at home alone. She could not bring herself to borrow money from her friends. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

However, looking at the prices of the villa, she could not afford any of them either.

When Charles returned in the afternoon, Martha hurried out with him to a few real estate agents that she fancied to inquire about the properties.

Martha headed to the Hillside Villa sales office first. She had been fond of this area for a long time, and she heard that Paula was also staying here. A unit here was worth ten million!

If she sold the old manor for seven or eight million and combined it with some funds here and there, she should be able to buy one.

The sales office of the Hillside Villa was very different indeed. It was very stylish with a high glass dome and crystal chandeliers. The flooring was not made of tiles but carpet that was soft under the feet. The insides were decorated mainly with gold and platinum—lavish and extravagant!

Furthermore, the salespeople here were tall and slender beauties, each more beautiful than the next.

However, Martha did not like that. She hated such vixens the most!

When she was younger, she was most definitely more beautiful than any of them!

As soon as she entered the office, she headed directly to the mockup model of the property. It was done up beautifully and atmospherically, surrounded by lush greenery, near the mountain and the lake, and there were also private shopping malls and cinema in close proximity. It was simply a paradise for women!

When the young and beautiful salesperson noticed someone inspecting the mockup model, she naturally approached her with a sweet smile and a warm greeting. “Hello, Madam. This unit you’re looking at is our best seller. It’s a four-story two-household villa with a total area of 300 square meters. It’s selling at 40,000 bucks per square meter. There are only two units left now. If you are keen to purchase, we can sign the agreement on site.”

Martha was startled when she heard that. “It’s priced at 12 million?”

“That’s right, Madam. There are only two units left.”

Martha frowned. She liked this villa very much, but it was too expensive. She could not afford it. “Well, I’ll have a look around first.”

Martha’s smile became a little awkward. She pulled Charles as she planned to walk around a little before leaving.

At this time, a flashy woman with heavy makeup smacked her lips and mocked. “Poor wretch, here to see a villa that she can’t afford. Dear, just look at these country folks, here to look at properties in Hillside Villa. Such an embarrassment.”

A middle-aged fat and greasy man stood next to her. He scrutinized Martha, frowned contemptuously, and taunted, “Ah, you shouldn’t say that. Even poor people have the right to look at villas. Although they can never afford it in their lifetime, they can still look at it.”

The flashy woman sneered. “They should come up with a rule to prevent these poor people from daydreaming. Pay first before looking at it! Their presence here is an insult to Hillside Villa!”

The two people took turns to humiliate Martha.

Who was Martha Yates?

Was she a tolerant person?

Obviously not.

Martha was enraged. She pointed at the flashy woman and cursed, “What the hell are you saying? Who’s poor? Who said I can’t afford it? You are the poor wretches. I can already tell that you’re a vixen who seduced a married man, but you’re still shameless enough to brag here. If you’re not careful, the actual wife will find out and expose your dirty deeds online, you sl*t!”

Martha could be very vehement when picking a fight with someone.

Especially when she was right. The woman was indeed a homewrecker. When she heard that, she lost her temper and retaliated. “F*ck off! You’re the sl*t! You’re nothing but a pathetic loser with no money but still here to look at the villas. Buy it if you can! Get the f*ck out if you have no money!”

After shouts were exchanged, they started fighting.

How could Martha be a match for this younger woman? She suffered a few slaps on the face and fell on the ground crying in pain, “I’ve been hit, look here, I’ve been hit. The sl*t is hitting me!”

All the salespeople exchanged glances before they rushed in to separate them.

Charles wanted to talk things out when he saw Martha getting beaten, but the fat man just punched him in the face. His nose started to bleed.

“F*ck! Two old fogeys like you dare to lay hands on my girlfriend, you must be courting death!” The fat man shouted, his voice thunderous.

Martha got frightened by it, but she would not back down so easily. She pointed at them and said vehemently, “Just wait. I’ll ask my son-in-law to take care of you!”

Martha said this because she had witnessed Philip’s skill the last time.

“Go ahead, call him. I want to see what type of person you can call. Hopefully, it’s not another poor wretch.” The flashy woman sneered with her arms crossed over her chest.

Martha remained lying on the floor and refused to get up, portraying her miserable state. She called Philip and shouted, “Philip, come to Hillside Villa’s sales office at once! Your dad and I have been beaten up! We’re nearly dying! Come quickly!”

Philip received the call with cold sweat on his forehead. “Okay, Mom, I’ll be right there.”

“What’s wrong?” Wynn, who was right beside Philip, asked. She had just returned from work.

“Mom and Dad were beaten up at Hillside Villa’s sales office. It seems pretty serious,” Philip scratched his nose while saying.

Martha Yates was such a trouble magnet.

“What? My Mom and Dad were beaten up?” Wynn got a fright and hurried out anxiously. “Let’s go there now.”

Philip considered for a moment and sent a text message to George before following Wynn outside. He said, “Wait for me, I’ll drive us there.”

Wynn was startled and turned around while asking, “Drive? You have a car?”

At the same time, her eyes landed on the BMW motorcycle parked on the curb which Philip rode back from the company just now.

When Philip got on the bike and handed the helmet to Wynn, she looked confused and asked, “Philip, have you forgotten to tell me something? Where did you get this from?”