The First Heir

Henry had just come out of the airport with a medical team formed by a group of stern and meticulous doctors as they followed behind him. If this scene was noticed by someone who knew the industry, they would definitely be shocked! The infamous medical team from Turner’s Hospital! They were not number one, but the only one!

“Henry Turner?” Philip let out a cold laugh as his gaze fell on Jeffrey. “You should ask your nephew if he would let me meet you.”

Nephew? Could it be Jeffrey?

Henry seemed to have realized in an instant and quickly answered respectfully, “Mr. Clarke, there must be some sort of misunderstanding going on. Please pass the phone to Jeffrey, I’ll talk to him.”

Philip mildly raised an eyebrow but tossed the phone to Jeffrey who was sitting on the sofa. “Your uncle’s looking for you.”

Uncle? Jeffrey burst into anger and slammed a hand onto the table. “Bullsh*t! Why would my uncle call you?”

a furious reproach sounded from the phone that was shining a white light on the sofa.

why are you…” He was really dumbstruck. Waves of chill seeped out of his skin

Henry had interrupted him furiously on the other end. “Jeffrey Scott, I don’t care how you have offended Mr. Clarke, but apologize to him this instant! Or else, you’ll be

words of command made it hard for Jeffrey to breathe. His uncle

Jeffrey still

mean stupid brat? He’s Mr.

He lifted his head. The

ran over quickly to humble himself and said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Clarke, I was being ignorant, I deserved to be punished! I apologize for my

he not almighty? Why would he apologize? That call earlier

young man made him

and were now standing beside Philip, glaring at Drogo with dark eyes. “Drogo, I’ve already told you that Mr. Clarke is not someone you can afford

ounce of hesitation, Drogo immediately fell to his knees in front