The First Heir

“President Pan, why are you here? Hurry over and ask them to let me go. We have to issue a corrective order to this hospital immediately. They’re simply too rude. This is not a hospital that saves people but kills people instead!” Bud said quickly.

President Pan glanced at Bud as if he was thin air, simply ignoring him. Bud’s heart sank to rockbottorn when he watched President Pan walk past him without heeding him.

Was President Pan not here for him?

Was President Pan called here by that loser?

Could it be…

Bud dared not think further. Bud struggled to reach out in a panic and grabbed President Pan’s pants.

President Pan stopped and turned to Bud with dark eyes.

“Let go, now!”

please help me. In the future, I’ll fully cooperate with you. I’ll listen to every

this upon yourself. Don’t drag me down with you. You’re just a cocky vice president with your nose high up in the air! Do you think

Of all people, why did he choose to mess with this young master of the Clarke

going on? I didn’t do anything. They’re

speaking, President Pan raised his foot and kicked Bud in the face. The latter half of Bud’s words

are full of poor losers. You’re nothing but a frog sitting at the bottom of the well and

away from President Pan’s kick. He muttered, “What the hell is

Philip, and bent

my fault for not maintaining the discipline of the federation that

admitted his mistake at once. President Pan felt that if he shirked from his responsibilities when facing a character like Philip, he would definitely be severely punished. If

President Pan’s fawning appearance after meeting Philip, Bud and his family

was this

the question Bud wanted to