The First Heir

Before Zayn could finish talking, he met Philip’s cold gaze.

He changed what he was about to say immediately. “It’s fine. Enjoy.”

All kinds of discussions broke out in the private room. They were all wondering who was the one so capable that even the manager of Arch de Triumph personally gifted them bottles of expensive wine.

“Who? Who among you knows Mr. Yeager?”

A bottle of this wine cost more than 10,000 bucks and they were gifted with three bottles.

Everyone looked at each other, guessing who the VIP could be.

Of course, no one looked at Philip. Who was he to be considered?

Zayn and Philip communicated with each other with their eyes. Thankfully, he was quick. If he exposed Mr. Clarke’s identity, he could just get out of Arc de Triumph.

Just now, when Zayn was in the manager’s office, the receptionist ran in and told him Mr. Clarke was here.

He ran downstairs immediately and chose a few good wines to make Mr. Clarke happy. He wanted to perform well in front of him.

He did not expect this to backfire.

Zayn was clever. He exited the room when he saw everyone suspecting each other.

“Wow! Who is the VIP? Take a picture and post it to WeChat moment! This is red wine from Château Pétrus! Normal people will never be able to drink this!”

seats in excitement. They took out their phones

must have sent these over himself because he saw Mr. McAdams,”

that, they nodded their heads in

think only Mr. McAdams has the prestige and reputation for

you know the manager of Arc

you son of a gun! How

to rain praises down

Triumph. However, it was impossible for him to stop them now. He smiled and said, “Haha, it’s nothing. The most important thing

mouse would not feel cold. He had already put on an act, so he did not mind to go

they cheered, “Hooray, Mr. McAdams!

she looked at him, the more good looking he became to her. She wanted so badly to

to

restroom and removed her bra. This would make what she was about to do

She ran her foot up Joshua’s leg unintentionally and touched him with her hands. The other party could not handle

before he knew that Yolanda was not wearing a bra. He chuckled and clinked his

hands and feet under the table. They

what’s your company called? How much do you make in a year? Why don’t you shut it down and work for Mr. McAdams

looking down on

thought he was all that just because

still

even if Philip was that good and started a stupid company, could he

had a current account of a few hundred thousand

in the room had their eyes glued

also looked over with a

and asked in disdain, “Philip, you also have your own