The First Heir

Philip hurried to explain, “Wynnie, you’re overthinking it. Maybe there’s something wrong with the card. I’ll be back soon.”

Patrick was a smart man and caught on immediately. He said, “Madam, please don’t worry about it. We’ll be back soon. I won’t take up too much of Mr. Clarke’s time.”

When Wynn heard his response, she could not say anything else. Hence, she nodded.

Philip followed Patrick to the VIP room and took a seat on the cozy sofa while Patrick made him tea.

Patrick was still astonished by Philip’s young age. He was a big customer with a balance of a hundred billion after all!

The richest man in the country had a net worth of only slightly more than a hundred billion. However, that included the assets of the man’s company.

As for Philip, he had a hundred billion in personal savings!

It was simply too inconceivable!

‘For him to be so wealthy, he has to be the offspring of a hidden family.’

“Mr. Clarke is so young and talented. I wasn’t expecting you to be so rich. It’s really unexpected,” Patrick said.

Sitting next to Patrick was his little lover, the bank teller from the front counter.

Nevertheless, Philip turned a blind eye to this.

had met too many women that were of the

have one request. In a while, when my mother-in-law and wife ask about this, you shall say that there is an error in the bank’s system. Is that

be kept a secret. If Martha and Wynn found out about such

was not something that could simply

Philip’s true identity was revealed, how would he

know how many pairs of

let him

that woman’s fingerprints all

it was too

reveal his true identity

repeatedly; his face was full of

identity. If he could butter up such a person, it would be akin

Carson, some things are better left

Philip put it in such a way, Patrick could not probe

Philip understood what the former

of bank managers and presidents would knock on his door every day, begging him to take their deposit and wealth management services; they would

was no exception, otherwise, he would not have brought him to the VIP

Carson, let’s do this. Your bank will keep this a secret for me, and I’ll deposit some

wondering how to broach the subject when Philip beat him

exhilaration welled up in

exchanged a glance with his little lover, his face wrinkled with