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?”

If you don’t even know

“We’re here to work!”

Four replied very seriously.

“Work? What work?”

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

said this, which clearly meant

also enraged. Some could

and without Brother Clarke saying a word, he could not do anything but hold in the anger. He said, “Brother Clarke

It was as if working

is so funny. Brother Clarke? Security

call him Brother Clarke? I can get rid of him if I

Houston’s

you insult

and grabbed Houston by the

scold him, but

immediately surrounded by Four and his

are

so many people all of

out of it, but Houston’s words

Houston, the vice-chairman 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.

in a bad mood. He was also freaked out by the unruly mob and was

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?

sharply. What he said

and had been on

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