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.”

chuckled. Knowing that Philip was trying his 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

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

it hard to compare to Wesley’s

four years since graduation, and he

Hotel was one of

all over the country, Arc de Triumph

Wesley’s ability in the

corner of Philip’s lips twitched into a

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 by aiding you, I’d like to

to put extra emphasis on his daughter’s sickness

people say you’re getting a divorce with Wynn? Is it true? Everyone

was a shotgun wedding, wasn’t it? Good job, man. You got on

smile, his words dripping with a thick coat

of

what good is there from delivering food? You were our idol back in university with your

Philip squinted.

seem that they were reminiscing about the past, yet

and provocative expression, he held not even an ounce

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 soon. By the time your divorce with Wynn

party next month. You’ve got to come, dude, and remember to bring Wynn too since you haven’t joined the last two

are you

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

else could he be