The First Heir

Chapter 73

“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.

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 all pieces of trash in my eyes! So what if I think I’m better than you all?” Wesley

he said, but he also

60 people were angry at

over to him, they surrounded Wesley with a

what if you’re a manager?

this now? I heard someone calling us delivery boys pieces of trash. What are you, some

hate people like you, I’m gonna f*ck you up!

the lobby began

They were letting their

of bodyguards rushed to the scene. With Wesley protected behind them, the bodyguards stood off against

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

of people surrounded

many people, after all.

them stood on Philip’s side as they glared at

huh? Fine. If you don’t want to leave on your own, then

cell and called security. “I’ve got work for you. Get

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

me with a gang

see

“Manager Warren. What happened?”

this

can’t do that Manager Warren. These are our hotel’s

of security was stunned. Although he had no idea what was going on, it was evident to

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