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!”

women were squirming in their seats in excitement. They took out their phones and started snapping

must have sent these over himself because he

that, they nodded their heads

I think only Mr. McAdams has the

tell us that you know the manager of Arc de Triumph? Is

you son of

to rain praises down on

stop them now. He smiled and said, “Haha, it’s nothing. The

He had already put on an act, so he did not mind

“Hooray, Mr. McAdams! I’ll definitely stick

brain was occupied with Joshua. The more she looked at him, the more good looking he became to her. She

had to get

to the restroom and removed her bra. This would make what

sat down next to Joshua. She ran her foot up Joshua’s leg

experienced man who frequented nightclubs, Joshua just needed to take one glance before he knew that Yolanda was not wearing a bra. He chuckled and clinked his glass with

and feet under the table. They were

“Philip, what’s your company called? How much do you make in a year? Why

looking down

thought he was all that just

still a

was saying this on purpose. In her opinion, even if Philip was that

of a few

had their eyes glued on Philip. They were

over with a

also have your own company? Why didn’t you tell