The First Heir

‘Wait for my signal. I don’t like the Yates.’ Philip replied to the message in secret and put away his phone.

George was over at the chairman’s office in Apex Group. After he got the message, he lifted his eyebrow and asked his secretary to announce this.

As long as Philip opened his mouth, he would make sure to bankrupt the Yates.

These blind fools must have crossed the young master.

“Philip, what are you doing?” Wynn noticed Philip had been playing with his phone the entire time, which is why she asked curiously.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Professor Turner told me he’ll arrange Mila’s surgery for next Wednesday,” Philip replied.

“Really?” Wynn was excited. She grabbed onto Philip’s hand emotionally.

Mila was her everything. Which mother would want to see their own child suffer?

“Yeah.” Philip patted the back of Wynn’s hand lovingly.

“Hey, did you hear that the Oasis development project in the south of Riverdale was developed by the richest man in Riverdale, George Thomas? Ted’s making all of us proud by taking that project!”

“Right? I heard that the boss behind this project is a world-class nouveau riche. He’s f*cking loaded!”

“Ted’s future is going to be so bright. It’s obvious that Bob wants to train him as the heir of the third generation. We have to curry more favors with him.”

The group started chattering excitedly. Their conversation was starting to get heated.

wanted to be Ted Yates

wrong with that useless bum? I heard

the

and the child belongs to that spineless coward. You should know that this is something extremely shameful

So from what you said, Wynn is not a good woman too. Is she a…

flash, everyone started looking

people were

there. Their

lowered her head even

shame of the family because of this matter. Everyone

again. They were stabbing her

women who were gossiping. He carried a chair over and sat down. He chuckled

saw Philip sitting at their table,

and shook their heads. Then, they raised their eyebrows and looked

seen everything just now. Philip was

to sit here and talk to

Smash!

bottle and smashed it on the ground before yelling angrily, “Do you not f*cking know what’s good for you?! If not for

anything in your mouth but don’t you dare spout rubbish. Watch your mouths. If not, don’t blame me for not going easy on you! Nosy

cold, but flames were burning

women on the table were horrified by Philip’s imposing manner. They shut their mouths while feeling guilty. They did not dare to say

to them, they started cursing Philip and Wynn furiously. They wanted so badly to beat

back

said, “Why did you

spouting rubbish. They need to be taught a lesson. You’re Philip Clarke’s wife. I’ll rip out the mouths of whoever dares