The First Heir

“Samuel Warren! Don’t just call me when you feel like it and make me clean up after you! This is a difficult time right now. You could put me in danger for this!”

From the other end of the line was the voice of a pissed and irked man.

Samuel was far from angry and replied in a flattering tone, “Johann, my brother! Something came up, you see. I can only turn to you, Brother.”

Johann Sullivan was Samuel’s source of power in Riverdale.

It was thanks to Johann that he was where he was today.

As a result, he had paid a considerable amount of respect in return.

It was just that Johann had specified not to contact him unless something great occurred.

Johann begrudgingly left his bed and wore his presbyopic glasses. “What happened?”

Samuel was not a horrible person. He knew the rules, so something big must have happened for him to call him this late at night.

“Something’s happened to the company, Johann. There’s a young man by the name of Philip Clarke who wants to buy our company. He says he’ll make us go bankrupt if we refuse to sell,” Samuel said worriedly.

“Samuel Warren! Is this what you’re calling me so late for? What the f*ck? Did you drink yourself into oblivion or are you sleeping with too many women? It’s such a small issue and you find the need to report it to me? Deal with it yourself!”

Johann was enraged. ‘What the hell is up with Samuel?

‘Is he growing old or is he just growing stupid?

‘What Philip Clarke?

‘Bankruptcy?

‘What a joke!’

was quick to reply, “No, no, wait. Johann, my brother, I really don’t think I can

phone. Pulling on his jacket, he walked to the study and asked, “Who is this man? A figure so powerful

know of Arc de

worth 20 billion in the market, right? What

all its shares. All 20 billion

‘He bought it?

‘20 billion!’

he understood

then? Did you offend him?” Johann had an immediate

to buy Samuel’s companies, threatening bankruptcy too if he isn’t willing to

I think Wesley might

to take a look? Apologize if it’s required, compensate

before his window as he smoked, unable to calm his

he dialed his secretary. “Check for a man by the name of Philip Clarke in

either. Pulling on a top, he quickly left

same time, Wesley stood before Philip and his group with a face full of mockery. “As long as you prostrate before me and I hear a ‘Master Wesley’ coming from your mouth,

irked for he still had to meet the secret millionaire behind the 100 BMW motorcycles parked

to waste

him with an expression of serenity. “What’s the rush?

gonna tell me next that my dad’s here to apologize to you?” Wesley snorted. “You can’t possibly think that this is

not answer. Instead, he opted to watch