The First Heir

The entire restaurant fell into silence at Philip’s question.

Everyone was confused.

‘Such a bold claim.

‘Hundreds of millions worth of assets?

‘Doesn’t he only have 300,000 bucks? That was merely a small diamond ring too.

‘But he’s suddenly rich now that his girlfriend is breaking up with him?’

Ruby smirked tauntingly as she turned to Philip. “Come again? He’s nothing but a piece of trash, just like you. Hundreds of millions worth of assets? Who are you kidding?”

‘Even at this point, he opts to butt in instead of pulling Howard away?

‘Hundreds of millions worth of assets?

‘What a joke.’

Ruby had been with Howard for four years. If anyone, she would know best about his financial condition, no?

The fat greasy man by Ruby’s side also began to make relentless fun of the duo before him. “Who’s this f*cker? Do you know him, Ruby dear?”

The man had never seen someone as shameless as Philip.

The man was not alone in his opinion. In fact, everyone else spectating, mostly the friends Ruby had brought over, were making fun of him as well.

“Holy sh*t! What a disgusting f*cker.”

First, he gets dumped by his girlfriend. Then, his best friend stabs him in

one of a kind douche. Though they do say birds of

them began to

eyes as he clenched the passbook

up, he turned to Philip with his head still

in

leave quietly after being insulted like that! We’re not going anywhere

in Philip’s eyes. He would not stand by Ruby and her friends humiliating one of

He had more than

face was flushed as he tugged Philip toward the exit impatiently. “Forget it. Let’s

You’re pretending to be rich in front of me? You know what, if you f*ckers end up having hundreds of millions worth of assets, I’ll

Howard, but he knew that he was no match for

had chosen a rich man over himself, someone in a completely

“Forget it.”

not

the fat man. “Those

take a good look at yourself first? On what basis is your arrogance on?” The middle-aged man

does this f*cking dumb*ss think

‘Brainless idiot.’

dialed for George by the time the man finished

answered

middle-aged man before him

name’s Deaton Wade! What, calling a f*cking hitman to get rid of me?” Condescendence dripped from

equal amounts of hatred in her eyes. “What the hell, Philip Clarke. Just bring your worthless friend out of

walked to her sister’s side. Pointing a finger at Philip, she exclaimed, “Exactly! Remember that time you came to the shop and asked for 100 Harleys? It ended with me throwing you out of the

laugh at him with all sorts of chiding remarks hanging off the