The First Heir

No way!

The man was a good-for-nothing, through and through!

Joel shook his head and dismissed that ridiculous notion.

After that, he continued to give chase, trying to catch up to Wynn and explain.

Philip was at the door. When he saw Joel running past him in such a hurry, he was inevitably confused. Why was Joel Harris here too?

Joel was shocked to suddenly see Philip here too. The next second, he was filled with rage. If it were not for Philip, Joel would be living happily with Wynn by now.

He went up to Philip furiously and grabbed the latter by his collar, roaring, “Why are you here, Philip, you piece of trash?”

Why?

Why was this worthless wretch here at Copper Peacock Palace?

The party tonight was held for Clarke Group’s Master Clarke. If Philip was here…

Impossible!

Philip yanked Joel’s arm away and straightened out his collar, sneering at Joel coldly. “Why am I here, you ask? You’ll know soon enough. Stay put and don’t leave, okay?”

“F*cking idiot! F*ck you!”

Joel swore at him and threw him aside, continuing to chase after Wynn.

“I’m going to the loo,” said Philip calmly as he looked in the direction Joel had vanished. In truth, Philip wanted to go after Wynn because he had caught a glimpse of her beautiful form earlier.

It seemed to him that his wife was rather displeased tonight.

The party at Copper Peacock Palace had officially begun!

streamed into the hall and were now

but there were many

throughout Riverdale, and the ones who could sit at the tables were naturally the leaders of the Riverdale

in anticipation

waiting for the legendary

soon. Have you seen that Master

he’d be here, but I haven’t seen

mysterious. All this pomp and

were also looking around, hoping for a glimpse of that legendary

name was on the

bated breath. Some younger socialites had been dreaming of Master

was the day they had been waiting

man who could splash one

a group of chairpeople from other corporations, primary and ancillary. All of them were nevertheless on the boards of

all stood up and greeted the new

“Mr. Cash.”

everyone.

Cash emanated his class, manners, and

the room from outside too. His head was lowered and his expression rather dark because he had not found

door as well. The two of them collided into

of my

right now, and he

left in a huff earlier, so naturally he gave chase. He helped her shake off Joel Harris before returning

the piece of trash that was Philip, now he had another contender

young master of Harris Enterprise. Frank knew that he was no

“Where’s Wynn?”

with some

would I know

your f*cking place and get

them. “Frank, the party’s gonna start. Why are

in,” Frank jeered,