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?”

am I? If you don’t even know me,

“We’re here to work!”

Four replied very seriously.

“Work? What work?”

sneered coldly. “You lowlifes coming to work at Beacon?

he said this, which clearly meant that he

Some could not help but almost lay

them. He knew that Brother Clarke was right in front of them, and without Brother Clarke saying a word, he could

his chin up. It was as if working

so funny. Brother Clarke?

tugged at Four’s clothes, pointed at Philip, and said, “Him? You call him Brother Clarke? I can get rid of him if I

He hated Houston’s sarcastic tone of

insult Brother

Houston by the

was all right to scold him, but

surrounded by Four

are

lost his nerve. He was surrounded by so many people all of a sudden

out of it, but Houston’s words hurt

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. They’re lowbrows. Don’t

bad mood. He was also freaked out by the unruly mob and was immediately on

the 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!

he said was so abusive that

proper job and had been on the

was like to be