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?

said, “Oh, that’s good. Wesley should thank his lucky stars for

flattery was making Philip

No way!

Impossible!

Philip get the money to purchase the Arch

did not believe

had already experienced living under Philip’s shadow during their

Philip going to crush

would not

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

finger pointed at Philip’s face, he yelled, “That’s impossible!

not be bothered to entertain him any longer. He

everyone else when all of a sudden, everything he once had turned into nothing. It

still have eight more minutes. Have you made up

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, this isn’t right at all.

Samuel yelled at Wesley whose mind seemed to

and absent-minded Wesley was forced by Samuel to

spoke up, “Mr. Warren, sorry to interrupt but your son said earlier that if I can buy Arc

remained plastered on his face as he responded, “Mr. Clarke, it’s not necessary to be so harsh, right? No matter

I know for sure that Wesley would be pressing my head to the ground and forcing me

the poor deserve to

rich have the right to simply humiliate and insult

this right?