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.

She was of high

who spared no

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

was turn to look at Philip with the hope that he would be patient and be the bigger person

reply to her. He was frowning as he had not expected

portable mirror and said abruptly, “Why do you

Ruby picked up a glass and stood up.

toasted and

promised to return soon on the pretense that she

and followed Ruby

alone in the private room

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

Isabelle who was

tone danced along the line of threatening. “Oh? F*cker thinks

Someone was pissed.

dare this Philip

he looking down on

the girl next to him. Her entire face was caked with makeup, and she was chubby. Her face looked like that of a pig. Sitting there, she continued

me, I’m

with the lot of them, so he turned to leave the

him were the condescending snorts

what his wife was thinking, marrying such a piece

about you don’t come back. Knowing that I’m eating in the same room with you

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

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

around, Howard was nowhere to