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.

the manager’s desk rang immediately. The caller ID indicated the International

was pale with no trace of blood. He looked back at Philip in shock, but

phone hesitantly and

thunderous voice could be heard cursing. “Useless piece of crap! Trash!

Boom!

legs went weak as he sat on the floor. The receiver fell to the

supported the manager. He said in bewilderment, “Manager, what’s

on the floor, shivering all over. He paid him no

not stop and the voice got even louder. “Hello? Idiot, are you playing dead? Talk

trembled and reached for the receiver. His hand was shaking uncontrollably like he had Parkinson’s. He almost

“H-Hello, President, I’m here!”

the Clarke family? Mr. George called me