The First Heir

Houston was in a bad mood today because he got chewed out by his father last night.

It was because of the company. The Wallis family was pushing them hard.

He finally got in touch with South River District’s pharmaceutical mogul—the Anderson family. However, that fool Philip messed it up.

Therefore, Houston was angry and pulled a long face.

From a distance, he saw the commotion at the company’s entrance and immediately frowned.

“What’s this? What’s this? What’s all the commotion!”

Houston pointed his finger at Four and the gang while yelling, “Who are you? Why are you dressed like this?”

Four only gave Houston a cold glance and ignored him.

Houston’s expression sunk. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Philip standing at the side. He asked in a deep voice, “What are you doing here?”

“Why can’t I be here?”

Philip retorted, grinning.

Houston snorted and did not want to talk to him. He turned around and pointed angrily at Four and the gang as he asked, “Who are you people? Who sent you here? What kind of crap are you wearing? This is Beacon, not a place to humiliate yourselves by dancing!”

Four frowned, took a look at Houston, and knew he was not to be taken lightly. However, Four was not some punching bag. He retorted, “Who are you?”

I? If you don’t even know

“We’re here to work!”

Four replied very seriously.

“Work? What work?”

coldly. “You lowlifes coming to work at Beacon? You think we’re a shelter and would

cold glance as he said this, which

was enraged. The brothers behind him were also enraged. Some could not help but almost lay a hand

Brother Clarke was right in front of them, and without Brother Clarke saying a word, he could not do anything but hold in the

proud as he said this with his chin up. It was

This is so funny.

Brother Clarke? I can get rid of him if I want to. Do

Houston’s sarcastic tone

insult

and grabbed Houston by the collar like

right to scold him,

was immediately surrounded by Four

What are you

He was surrounded by so many people all of a sudden and the way they

want to make a big deal out of it, but Houston’s words hurt

of Beacon Pharmaceutical, and the other was Four, his brother. After weighing the pros and cons, Philip beckoned Four to let go and said with a smile, “I’m sorry, Mr. Michaels.

out by

belly. Giving him a nasty kick, he pointed at his nose, and said, “You filth! Do you know how expensive my suit is? Your wretched lives can’t even pay for it! Lowlifes like you want to be Beacon’s security guards? Did I say yes? Who allowed you

was absolutely furious and swore sharply. What he said

a proper job and had been on the streets with a gang

knew what it was like to be a hot-blooded man