The First Heir

The tellers and security personnel around the door could not help but sneer when they heard the contents of Philip’s phone conversation. They looked at each other and mocked, “Wow, this kid is really good at acting!”

“He even gave Mr. George Thomas a call. That’s the butler of the Clarke family. Mr. Thomas is responsible for our neighborhood. He’s really good at selecting people.”

“Why didn’t he call Patriarch Clarke instead? That would be awesome!”

The security officer next to the manager said, “Manager, don’t waste time with this kid. I say call the police and notify the Clarke family. He’s obviously a servant who ran away from the Clarke family. Now that we have so many people here, he can’t escape anyway. What do you think?”

“Manager?”

The security officer asked repeatedly but found the manager motionless. His face was grim.

George was the person in charge of this area, and he had George’s number. Just now, he clearly saw that the number that Philip dialed. It was none other than George’s number!

This kid was not lying!

Three seconds.

manager’s desk rang immediately. The caller

manager’s face was pale with no trace of blood. He looked back at Philip in shock, but Philip paid no heed to him and was

the phone hesitantly

end, a thunderous voice could be heard cursing. “Useless piece of crap! Trash! You son of a b*tch, how

Boom!

he sat on the floor. The receiver fell to the side, swinging

quickly supported the manager. He said in bewilderment,

floor, shivering all over.

got even

the receiver. His hand was shaking uncontrollably like he had Parkinson’s. He

“H-Hello, President, I’m here!”

dare you detain someone from the Clarke family?