The First Heir

Philip Clarke lifted his gaze and was met with a familiar face. That person was wearing an expression of mocking sarcasm.

“Weslie Warren?”

Philip frowned. They had been classmates during their university days. In fact, they both fell for Wynn Johnston, making them more of rivals to be exact.

However, Wynn had chosen to be with the talented Philip Clarke in the end.

In regards to that, Wesley still held grudges.

He was not any less of a man than Philip was as far as he was concerned. Yet, why did Wynn choose Philip over him?

Not to mention, Philip did not have much going for him from what Wesley had heard. Philip’s plan to start his own business failed and he now resorted to earning his keep through delivering food. His daughter was diagnosed with Congenital Heart Defect, and his marriage with Wynn was no longer the way it used to be.

The worse the turn Philip Clarke’s life had taken, the more hatred Wesley felt in his heart.

It was only normal for men to hold grudges when the love of their university life was taken away.

‘Absolute piece of trash! How dare he make the woman I love suffer!’

“Holy sh*t! It f*cking is you, my old classmate!”

Wesley laughed heartily as he walked over. Patting Philip on the shoulder, he said, “It has been four years since we last met! I hear you’ve changed jobs and started delivering food now? So, how much do you earn a month? Not too bad a salary, I presume.”

Wesley’s tone oozed with arrogant mocking.

Philip furrowed his eyebrows and smiled. “It’s not too bad.”

best not to look weak, he fetched out a shiny golden card and gave it to Philip as one would give beggars change. Proudly, he proclaimed, “If you ever want to come and eat, simply call my number. I’ll

the golden business card before him.

find it hard to compare

three or four years since graduation, and he had already found himself in

was one of

over the country, Arc de Triumph was

its manager evidently implied Wesley’s ability in

corner of Philip’s lips twitched into a slight smile.

you’ll come here all the time. I’d say once a year at most, no? We’re old classmates, it’s only right if I get you a discount. Not to mention, I hardly believe you’ll be able to afford the food here anyway with your wage as a

extra emphasis on his

Wynn? Is it true? Everyone envied your relationship

right! It was a shotgun wedding, wasn’t it? Good job, man. You got on the train before

words dripping with

calmly, “I don’t think there’s much of my divorce

to say this, my dude. But what good is there from delivering food? You were our idol back in university with your high spirits and all. I admired

Philip squinted.

about the past, yet every word he spoke was

provocative expression, he held

food right now, hard work is hard work, right? I’m sure you’ll get to deliver parcels soon.

to bring Wynn too since you

are you trying to

you know how humans are. When we see something pitiful, we can’t

else could