The First Heir

Chapter 275

“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.

Howard knew. She was

woman who spared no

say. She was Ruby’s sister after all, and in extension,

look at Philip with the hope that he

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

a portable mirror and said abruptly,

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

and

on the pretense that she had something to do. She then

she left and followed

alone in the private room to deal with everyone’s

100 Harleys?” started a small male from the side, his expression

merely raised an eyebrow before diverting his gaze to Isabelle who

people beside him were quick to become angry. Their tone danced along the

Someone was pissed.

Philip

looking down

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

excuse me, I’m going

to deal with the lot of them, so

him were the condescending snorts of people

his wife was thinking, marrying such a

I’m eating in the same

tone and mocking words of the people in the

smoke in the bathroom. He no

around, Howard was nowhere

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