The First Heir

“Philip Clarke!”

Everyone froze the moment they saw Philip enter the private room.

“Holy f*ck! That’s Philip Clarke?”

There was a strange glint in everyone’s eyes as they scrutinized him all over.

Who would have thought they would meet him today?

Philip was confused as well. Something was off about the atmosphere ever since he stepped foot into the room, especially as he glossed over the strange look in everybody’s eyes.

They were filled with unadulterated insult and contempt.

“Isn’t your boyfriend’s friend a little too shoddy, Ruby? What he wears is even more miserable than your future husband.”

Isabelle began to taunt.

Anger rose the moment she laid her eyes on Philip’s poker face.

Not only had she lost her dignity at the BMW motorcycle showroom last time, but it even cost her her job as well.

This was an act of revenge she had to take!

She would make him pay, and if squishing him like a bug under her foot was what needed to be done, she would. Even if it was the last thing she did!

Howard’s expression turned awkward as well. He had only met Ruby’s sister a couple of times, and since they had yet to have any in-depth conversations, he did not know what kind of a person she was.

knew. She was

woman who

was nothing Howard could say. She was Ruby’s sister after all, and

the

did not comment or reply to her. He was frowning as he had not expected to meet Isabelle here of all places.

Ruby touched up her makeup with a portable

that, Ruby picked up a glass and stood up. “Now that everyone’s here,

and drank

her glass down, Ruby excused herself and promised to return soon on the pretense that she had

frowned as she left and followed

now alone in the private room to deal with everyone’s distaste-filled

went to Isabelle’s shop to buy 100 Harleys?” started a small male from the side, his expression full

an eyebrow before diverting his gaze to Isabelle who was sitting quietly with her hands crossed

angry. Their tone danced along the line of threatening.

Someone was pissed.

Philip

looking

with makeup, and she was chubby. Her face looked like that of a pig. Sitting there, she continued to take selfies

excuse me, I’m going

in no mood to deal with the lot of them,

were the condescending snorts of people

his wife was thinking, marrying such

come back. Knowing that I’m eating in

taunting tone and mocking words of the people in the room ignited a small spark of anger within

the room, Philip fetched a cigarette to smoke in the bathroom. He no longer wished

around, Howard was nowhere