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 white light on the sofa. “Jeffrey Scott! What are you saying? Do you

the phone up. “Hello, Uncle, why are you…” He was really dumbstruck. Waves of chill seeped out of his skin from his bones.

Scott, I don’t care how you have offended Mr. Clarke, but apologize to him this

and his words of command made it hard

you call this stupid brat?” Jeffrey still could not believe this as he attempted

A8 L. “What do you mean stupid brat? He’s Mr.

mad with anger! How had things turned out like this? He lifted his head. The sweat on his forehead drenched his wound and the piercing pain instantly sobered

and said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Clarke, I was being ignorant, I deserved to be punished! I apologize for

mighty earlier, was now fearfully apologizing. This made everyone freeze in shock! Was this man not Professor Turner’s nephew? A figure from Golden City? Was he not almighty? Why would he apologize? That call earlier seemed to have been from his uncle, Professor Turner. A call to the boy toy? Oh gosh! Just who was this Philip Clarke?

had been relying on apologize so fearfully to a young man made him anxious! It made him frightened! Drogo’s heart trembled as sweat started pouring down like

dark eyes. “Drogo, I’ve already told you that Mr. Clarke is

an ounce of hesitation, Drogo immediately fell