The First Heir

Slap!

A loud smack rang through the air.

At this instant, Samuel’s eyes were wide open as his face flared red with anger. He pointed a finger at Wesley and shouted furiously, “Shut up! You’re in no position to speak here. Scram!”

He blamed himself for this. He had spoiled his son too much and that was what cultivated this arrogant and defiant attitude of his.

“Dad, are you crazy! Why did you hit me?”

Wesley felt extremely wronged as he turned and glared at Philip resentfully before grumbling, “What the f*ck did you do? Why is my dad speaking to you like this!”

Philip said nothing.

Samuel, on the other hand, moved first. His hand went for Wesley’s cheek once more as he yelled, “Wesley Warren, shut your d*mn mouth! How can you speak to Mr. Clarke with that tone? Do you know that the ground you’re standing on now belongs to Mr. Clarke? The Arc de Triumph Group is now under Mr. Clarke. Now hurry up and apologize to Mr. Clarke!”

Wesley was completely stunned.

The Arc de Triumph Group was now Philip’s?

What… What was going on?

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Clarke. I didn’t teach my son how to behave himself. Please tell me what to do and we can settle this however you want.” Samuel knew that his move now would determine his life from today onward.

Philip stared into Wesley’s empty eyes and replied, “It’s fine, your son and I are old classmates.”

Old classmates?

that’s good. Wesley should thank his lucky stars for being

making

No way!

Impossible!

money to purchase the

not

had already experienced living under Philip’s shadow during their

going to

not accept

a long journey. You never know who’s going to strike gold, do you?” Philip said with a

Wesley stumbled back and fell to the ground. With a finger pointed at Philip’s

not be bothered to entertain him any longer.

a sudden, everything he once had turned into

at Samuel. “Mr. Warren, you still have eight more

of Samuel’s mouth twitched as he squeezed out a stiff smile. He was scared to even wipe away the nervous beads of sweat on his forehead. “Mr. Clarke,

Mr. Clarke now!” Samuel yelled at Wesley whose mind seemed

forced by

up, “Mr. Warren, sorry to interrupt but your son said earlier that if I can buy Arc de Triumph, he would kneel and kowtow

eyes went cold. Still, the smile remained plastered on his face as he responded, “Mr. Clarke, it’s not necessary to be so harsh, right? No matter what mistakes Wesley has

not right, there’s no such thing. If I didn’t have the money and power that I have today, I know for sure that Wesley would be pressing my head to the

poor deserve to be

the rich have the right to simply humiliate

this right? The other rich