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?

Philip’s words, the muscles on Klein’s face

of him was

the hospital not long ago because of

be sitting here, grinning broadly, as if nothing had

mean by clearing up the misunderstanding between them?

pain from both his mind and body, thinking about revenge constantly.

to take care of him

burning in his eyes. He could not help his

calm temperament after being in the business for such a

pieces, but now was not

in Klein’s eyes and asked rather curiously instead, “Mr. Hane, are you alright? Why is your face red? We haven’t even started

he ask this

almost spat a mouthful of

Hateful!

not play

could hardly