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.”

would give beggars change. Proudly, he proclaimed, “If you ever want to come and eat, simply call my number. I’ll give you a discount, seeing how we’re old classmates

glanced calmly at the name on the golden business card before him. Wesley Warren,

one would find it hard to compare to Wesley’s

or four years since graduation, and he had already

Triumph Hotel was one of

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manager evidently implied Wesley’s ability in the way he did

corner of Philip’s lips twitched into

swarmed Wesley’s eyes as he smiled. “What’s there to thank me for? It’s not like 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 delivery boy. I’ve heard that you need money for your daughter’s sickness, and

to put extra emphasis on his daughter’s sickness and Wynn Johnston

a divorce with Wynn? Is it true? Everyone envied your relationship back then. It has only been three years though, why

wasn’t it? Good job, man. You got on the train before you even paid

his words dripping

don’t think there’s much of my divorce with

I don’t want 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 you then, but

Philip squinted.

might seem that they were reminiscing about the past, yet every word he

with his arrogant and provocative expression, he held not even an ounce of respect for

alright. I believe in you. Even though you’re merely delivering food right now, hard work is hard work, right? I’m sure you’ll get to deliver parcels

to bring Wynn too since you

are you trying to

are. When we see something pitiful, we can’t help but sympathize. Seeing

could