The First Heir

As soon as Philip said that, Joey, Otis, and the others could not help chuckling.

Those words sounded like wishful thinking! Was Philip Clarke not right in the head?

Why would the alcohol sellers refuse to buy their cheap and premium alcohol that was produced locally? That would be no different from asking them to bear losses. Even if Philip knew Victor and had a bit of money, could he restrict the entire alcohol industry in Uppercreek?

Joey said, “Okay, I’ll make this bet with you today! If you can do it, I’ll reverse my name from now today onward!”

Philip smiled lightly and said, “As you wish!”

With that said, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

“You!”

throbbed with anger. He wanted to step forward but Victor and his men stood next to

keeping Joey hostage after Victor showed up. After so many events, Philip

you’re the only one who knows how to make calls? I’ll call someone too! I’ll make

had just been smashed on the floor by Philip. Hence, he used the company’s phone on the side and

Joey Cullen. I’ve been besieged by a group of people and this kid even claims that he wants

end of the line was called Mr. Saunders, and he could be heard cursing, “Damn, which idiot dares to say such things? Okay, buddy, don’t worry about it. I’ll bring some people with me to help you settle things. You’re at your brewery, right? I’ll be right there. It’s a riot to boycott the alcohol king of Uppercreek! Let’s see who dares to be so

still cursing angrily when he suddenly received another

and I dare not reject the call. Just wait for me for

Mr. Saunders