The First Heir

Only three people were sitting in the huge private room, so it inevitably seemed a bit empty.

Klein looked at Wynn with a smile on his face and said, “Madam Johnston is a very successful entrepreneur indeed. I heard of your name in Capital City, and after seeing you tonight, I must say the rumors are justified.”

Wynn smiled and said, “Thank you for your compliments. I can certainly say the same about you. I grew up reading about your accomplishments.”

Klein nodded silently and did not ask any further. They were all just empty praises.

Klein turned toward Philip and said, “Mr. Clarke is here too. Let me propose a toast to you first. I hope this dinner tonight can clear up some misunderstandings between you and the Hane family.”

Interesting. Was this a reverse strategy?

Philip smiled but did not raise his glass. He looked at Klein and said, “Mr. Hane, I’m afraid I can’t afford your toast. Why isn’t Francis here tonight? I really wanted to talk to him over some drinks to clear up the misunderstanding between us. Isn’t he here today?”

Wynn glanced at Philip in surprise. Was he deliberately rubbing salt on the wound?

words, the muscles on Klein’s face

in front of him was really

nephew was admitted to the hospital not long ago because of

be sitting here, grinning broadly, as if

did he mean by clearing up the misunderstanding between them? It was

suffering in pain from both his mind and body, thinking

He needed to take care of him

his eyes. He

he had mastered a calm temperament after being in the business for such a long time, in

really wished to crush Philip’s body into a thousand pieces, but now was not the time yet. He needed

rather curiously instead, “Mr. Hane, are you

he ask this

almost spat a mouthful of

Hateful!

not

Klein could hardly