The First Heir

“Wait, Philip, hold on. Why the rush? It’s not always that we get to meet old classmates. Let’s talk for a little longer.” Wesley ran after him.

Philip’s eyebrows furrowed further, his expression darkening.

There was little he and Wesley Warren had in common. Philip would very much rather not deal with old classmates like him anymore.

They had changed—changed into people of greater statuses.

Philip shook his head and said coldly, “Back then, you were but a piece of trash to me, Wesley Warren. Though I did not expect that you’d still be a piece of trash now.”

Wesley froze. “What did you say?”

He did not expect a sentence like that to come out from the mouth of a good-for-nothing like Philip Clarke.

He called him a piece of trash?

Who was the real piece of trash here?

“You think that now you’re the manager of Arc de Triumph, you’re at the top of the world? So cool now, are you? So you’re showing it off to rub it in my face? What’s wrong with us delivery boys? You think you’re f*cking better than us?” Philip snorted.

He had kept it in for long enough.

Not wanting to add fuel to the flames, he did not expect his toleration to result in the other’s aggravation.

“Haha! Philip Clarke you dumb f*cker, are you kidding me?” Wesley laughed, his expression potent with means to mock. “I, the manager of Arc de Triumph, earn a monthly salary of 40 thousand! You’re just a delivery boy. Even after working your *ss off, I doubt if you can even earn six thousand. Perhaps you only earn slightly more than five thousand a month. What do you have that’s better than me in terms of familial background, status, and contacts? How am I not better than you, Philip Clarke? Yeah, I’m f*cking better than you, Philip! What are you gonna do about it, huh?”

Wesley could not tolerate how the other was still pretending to be all high and mighty.

had yourself a bunch of juniors falling at your feet. Why’re you delivering food now? I’ll tell you why. ‘Cause you suck! You are

said, but he also offended all of Philip’s colleagues who were

over 60 people were

they surrounded Wesley with a menacing

food. So what if you’re a manager?

delivery boys pieces of trash. What are you, some kind of god? Think you’re on the top of

I hate people like you,

the lobby

resorted to violence. They were letting their

protected behind them, the bodyguards stood off against Philip’s mob of

What are you doing? Get this group of busybodies out!” Wesley roared as

group of bodyguards had Philip’s mob of people surrounded in an instant. Merely

after all. Over 60 of

them stood on Philip’s side

Philip Clarke. Can’t get you to leave on your own, huh? Fine. If you don’t want to leave on your own, then don’t blame me for not being polite!” Wesley

called security. “I’ve got

an understatement to how he felt at the moment for he could pretty much already see the scene of Philip Clarke being

cool in front of me with a

only to see

“Manager Warren. What happened?”

Throw this gang of

that Manager Warren.

had no idea what was going on, it was evident to him that Wesley was picking