The First Heir

Philip looked up, a cold smile on his lips. “What if I don’t want to leave?”

The tension thickened, and the air around them seemed to become several degrees colder.

Philip and Joshua stared each other down, sparks flying.

Yolanda scoffed, “That’s enough, Joshua, don’t waste your breath on these idiots! Let’s go!”

After all, even Yolanda knew that she should not cause a ruckus here. That would not end well for any of them.

The two men were pulled apart, and Joshua gave Philip one last word of warning. “I’m letting you go this time, Philip, but just you wait and see!”

“Oh, I’ll be waiting.”

Philip said with a calm smile.

“Look at what an *ss that Joshua was, Philip! Makes me really wanna give him a beating!”

Howard huffed, “When will the party start? I really want to see you take the stage so you can give him the shelling of a lifetime in public! Showing off like that, all cuz his old man has a bit of money and some connections. So what if he has his own little company and a tiny amount of savings? As if he’s anywhere near as loaded as our Master Clarke!”

Hayley frowned her pretty brow and did not say anything. She just looked at Philip’s side profile. What on earth was Philip thinking right now?

She did not understand, but she had the feeling that no one was going to get any sleep tonight.

All those people who looked down on Philip before would be forced to look up at him.

was destined to be the brightest star of

those of the subsidiaries under Clarke Group were streaming into the main hall, led by

they appeared in the hall, all eyes turned to them. Everyone raised their glasses to congratulate these leaders, chatting with them… or rather, sucking up to

from Capital City, and they all obeyed

Cash was the

tens of billions in

dashing today! By the way, I heard that Master Clarke will be attending the party tonight? Mind telling us

Mr. Cash. We’re dying to meet him. After

at each of the people

and he doesn’t like to be disturbed. Even so, he

that revealed her fair and smooth back. Her hair was tied into a high bun, and her entire body

glass,

Beacon Pharmaceutical,

this field for three years now, so she knew what to

Madam Johnston,” Hudson said with

dare to put on any airs around her. After all, she was his master’s wife, even

Young Master’s plan was torture

deceive

not for your help, Beacon wouldn’t have survived that crisis, and we certainly wouldn’t

bowed slightly and took a sip of her wine as she looked at Vernon Payne. It was her way of expressing

any orders or suppliers,

Huh?

Joel had mentioned that