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!

and famous businessmen of Riverdale had streamed into the hall and were now occupying

of the entrepreneurs took their seats, but there were many others who were

and the ones who could sit at the tables

people were all waiting in anticipation for the main character of the

waiting for the legendary Master

party’s going to start soon. Have you seen that Master

but I haven’t

and circumstances, all

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

the lips of all

also waiting with bated breath. Some younger socialites had been dreaming of Master Clarke, their

they had been

was a man who could

group of chairpeople from other corporations,

all

“Mr. Cash.”

evening, everyone. Please,

of a member of Clarke Group, Hudson Cash emanated his class,

from outside too. His head was lowered and his

walked in through to the door as well. The two of them collided

out of

very bad mood right now,

left in a huff earlier, so naturally he gave chase. He helped her

of trash that was Philip, now he had another contender

master of Harris

“Where’s Wynn?”

with some

you f*cking blind? How would I know where your wife is?

place and get

“Frank, the party’s

made it in,” Frank jeered, looking at Philip with