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

golden business card before him. Wesley Warren,

find it hard to compare to Wesley’s family

years since graduation, and he had already found

was one of Riverdale’s

country, Arc de Triumph

implied Wesley’s ability in the way he did

lips twitched into

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 by aiding you, I’d like to think I’m also helping

extra emphasis on his daughter’s

Is it

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

with a smile, his words dripping with a

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

You were

Philip squinted.

was a cheap man. Sure, it might seem that they were reminiscing about the past,

his arrogant and provocative expression, he held not even an ounce

you’re merely delivering food right now, hard work is hard work, right? I’m sure you’ll get to deliver parcels soon. By the time

bring Wynn too since you haven’t joined the last two years. Unless you’re afraid that

are you trying

we see something pitiful, we can’t help but sympathize. Seeing your failure,

else could he be