The First Heir

Liam was dumbfounded and felt humiliated as if he had been made use of. He realized that Werner was not here for him but just passing by. Liam was disoriented, and his chest felt stuffy.

The few rich friends behind him who were dressed very fashionably also kept their mouths shut, but a trace of a sneer appeared in their eyes.

“Damn it, what Young Master Clarke? How could he make Werner Peters run out in such a hurry?” Liam muttered and turned to his friends.

All of them shook their heads and said with a shrug, “Don’t know, never heard of him.”

“Hey, I remember that there was a Young Master Clarke who caused a big commotion some time ago, the one who defeated Fusha during the world tournament. Could it be him?” someone suddenly said.

Instantly, everyone nodded and said, “Yes, it’s possible. No, I’m almost certain that’s him!”

“Well, should we go and take a look? That guy must certainly not be an ordinary person if Werner Peters came out to greet him in person,” someone suggested.

Liam raised his eyebrows, waved his hand, and said sullenly, “Let’s go. Iwant to see this Young Master Clarke who can make the boss of the Imperial Court appear in person!”

saying that, they walked from the main hall

up with Philip and shouted, “Young Master Clarke, please hold on. I’m the owner of the Imperial Court,

looked at the middle-aged man running toward

know you were coming. I’m sorry for not welcoming you. This is the Supreme VIP membership card of the Imperial Court. I hope you can

up his mind to

the Supreme

he turned around and

the door with his friends. They were just in time to see Werner respectfully

their line of sight being obstructed, they did not see the other party’s appearance clearly. They only saw

that… Isn’t that Philip Clarke from just now? He’s wearing the

the crowd, someone

Everyone gasped!

The resemblance was uncanny!

how was that