Chapter 163


    After he said that, Martha stared at Philip. Her gaze was sharp, looking as if she was trying to find


    something on Philip’s face.


    “What? Did you say you bought a house? Philip, do you know what you’re talking about? You’ve been


    poor for three years but now you can afford a house? I don’t think you can even afford a toilet!”


    Martha was furious. Philip was really something else. He was still trying to lie to her at this moment.


    He could afford a house?


    Martha even paid half of the amount of the house he and Wynn were living in right now.


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    The average property price in Riverdale was 20,000 to 30,000 bucks per square feet.


    How could he afford that?


    “Mom, before I got married to Wynn, I brought over some savings from my home. I bought it recently so


    if you and dad want to live there, I can arrange for it right now,” Philip said calmly.


    This time, Charles could not continue watching this anymore. He had been fiddling with his antiques at


    one side before this. He scoffed and said, “Philip, your mother berates you because you refuse to grow


    up. Now, you’re boasting in front of us. Aren’t you ashamed? You said you bought a house. With what?


    How much savings do you have?”


    Charles could be quite savage when he started scolding someone.


    Martha chimed in sarcastically, “When you got married to Wynn, your parents were not there. It’s


    obvious that they look down on us. What’s wrong? Are you from a rich family or are you an aristocrat? I


    can count the amount of your savings with my eyes closed.”


    Philip pressed his lips together.


    He wanted to tell Martha that if she really wanted to count his money, she would never be able to finish


    counting them for hundreds of generations.


    Martha got up to push Philip out of the door when she saw that he was not talking. She said, “That’s


    enough. Go home now. Don’t forget that you’re not allowed toe the day after tomorrow. Go to the


    hospital to take care of your daughter.”


    After she kicked Philip out, Martha sat on the sofa. Anger was boiling in her stomach.


    “Charlie, what do you think Pa meant? Did shee all the way here to show off? It’s just a stupid


    car! It wasn’t paid for with her own money either. She’s just depending on her son-inw, so why’s she


    so pleased with herself? She’s just a chicken who wants to be a phoenix!”


    Martha was scolding furiously. She was livid. When her gazended on the box on the coffee table, she


    got even angrier.


    What present could that good-for-nothing give anyway?


    She opened the box to take a look at what he wanted to give the old master.


    When Martha opened the box and saw what was inside, she was furious.


    “What is this? It’s just a stupid ornamental thumb ring! He was going to give this worthless trash to the


    old master for his birthday! He must have bid this from an antique market. I’m so mad! He has


    completely embarrassed me!”


    Martha looked at it a few more times and put the jade ornamental thumb ring back in the box. Then,


    she started to sulk.


    Charles only took a nce at the ring and did not pay much attention to it. He did not want to care


    about it anyway, so he said, “Why are you making life difficult for yourself? Aren’t you just looking for


    trouble?”


    Martha stared at him and got up to leave.


    At the same time in Cloud Pavilion, the biggest antique ce in Capital City.


    A tall and slender woman in a suit pushed open the heavy door and walked into the vast office. There


    were various valuable antiques and precious stones all over the room.


    “Boss, are you looking for me?” The woman bowed. Her hands were on her stomach. She was


    respectful.


    A middle-aged man who looked like he was in his 40s sat on the chair. He was wearing a pair of ck-


    rimmed sses and there was a thin golden chain on his sses. He had arge build, and his face


    was solemn. He looked unflustered.


    Don Garcia was the boss of Cloud Pavilion. He was also a famous collector in the country. He had a


    net worth of ten billion!


    “Do you have the information of the person I asked you to investigate?” Don’s voice was robust. He


    sounded like an old clock. He gave out an air of authority.


    The woman replied respectfully, “I checked, but I couldn’t find anything. We already gave out an


    invitation of goodwill, but they rejected us.”


    Don nodded and said, “Keep investigating. We have to find them. Tell me once you find anything.”


    “Alright, Boss.” The woman went out of the office.


    Don got up and stood in front of the french window. He looked out at the night view of Capital City.