The First Heir

Chapter 78

“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!’

no, wait. Johann, my brother, I really don’t think I can deal with

walked to the study and asked,

know of Arc de Triumph

worth

Clarke, he bought all its shares. All

‘He bought it?

‘20 billion!’

frown deepened as he understood the gravity of

he want to buy your company, then? Did you offend him?” Johann had an immediate

if he

think Wesley might have had a conflict with

required, compensate if you must. Does someone of his caliber look like what either of us can

before his window as he smoked,

of Philip Clarke in Riverdale.

have time to dally either. Pulling on a top,

and I hear a ‘Master Wesley’

the secret millionaire behind the 100 BMW motorcycles parked

has the time to waste on

Philip watched him with an expression of serenity. “What’s the rush? Your dad should be

What kind of f*cking joke is this? Why would my dad come here for you? What, are you gonna tell me next that my dad’s here to apologize to you?” Wesley snorted. “You can’t

not answer. Instead,

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