The First Heir

Chapter 76

Wesley Warren flushed a deep red!

He had been humiliated!

‘How dare this piece of trash say such things?

‘How dare he threaten to throw me and dad out of Arc de Triumph?! Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

‘Where did this idiot get his bravery from?

‘Fish Leong?

‘This was preposterous!’

“So Philip Clarke, does this mean that as long as I’m not thrown out of Arc de Triumph by the end of today, I’ll hear a ‘Master Wesley’ from your mouth as you kneel before me?” Wesley was pissed. The corners of his lips lifted into a sneer as he spoke.

Perhaps, all that Philip had left was his ability to bluff.

“Slim chance. Hardly probable.”

Philip did not want to entertain Wesley either, considering his goal here was to have dinner. He never planned to stir trouble, but the other had done nothing but humiliate him the entire time. To turn a blind eye would be a disgrace to his identity as the heir to his family’s fortune!

‘So Wesley Warren wants to be arrogant?

‘So he thinks he holds the higher ground?

‘Very well. Then I shall take away your status and everything you own!’

Right then, Zayn returned after the call with a sour expression. “Master Clarke, I’m afraid that there has yet to be any confirming replies on my behalf. So…”

The implications were clear—‘I have yet to receive any news, so I am unable to affirm your document for the transfer of shares.’

Wesley burst into laughter, his expression sarcastic and unkind. “You hear that? Still f*cking posing are you? You have my respect. Why Wynn would choose a good-for-nothing like you is out of my comprehensive abilities!”

‘Hilarious, f*cking hilarious!

‘His lie has been seen through, and here he is still calm and unnerved.’

Philip did not say much. He merely opted to reply nonchalantly, “Give it a moment. I believe the man you called is his dad, Samuel Warren? I do suppose he wouldn’t have much of a say at the shareholder meeting with his two percent stocks. So it makes sense that his father doesn’t know of it yet. It should be any moment now, though.”

Philip was right.

This transfer of shares was an unanimous agreement made by all major shareholders.

Minor shareholders had no say at all.

As a result, Samuel Warren had yet to receive a notice.

Though it would not be too long before he would.

With that said, there was nothing more Philip could do, and so he began to chat with his colleagues.

“Quite the poser you are, Philip Clarke. My dad has no right, you say? You’re hilarious. Who do you think you are? The amazing Jack Ma? Or do you think you’re Warren Buffett? You’re nothing but dog sh*t! Purchasing Arc de Triumph? Do you even have 20 billion? F*cking idiot!” Wesley chuckled coldly at Philip.

Philip merely shrugged in response. “What difference are you to that of a frog at the bottom of the well? There is more to the world than either of us know, and I would greatly appreciate it if you would be so kind to stop judging me with the limited knowledge you have. You cannot possibly have an idea about how much money I have, for not even I myself know the exact amount. However, it is likely that the people you’ve mentioned, Jack Ma and Warren Buffet, do not have as much as I do.”

F*ck!

Every word that came out from his mouth was pure bullsh*t!

Did he think he was Takumi Fujiwara from Initial D?

What ostentatious bullsh*t!

Though, Philip Clarke was not wrong.

Even with the total net worth of all the nouveau riche on Forbes, it might still not amount to half the money his family had.

Over 70% of the world’s riches belonged to his family.

Who could possibly be richer than him?

It was just that Philip personally did not wish to take over his family business.

“Fine, fine. I’ll just watch how the f*ck you plan to lie your way out of this!” Wesley was infuriated.

‘How dare you, Philip Clarke.

‘As competitors back in university, I lost. Wynn Johnston married you.

‘Now that I’m the manager of Arc de Triumph, there’s no way I can’t tower over you with my status and social standing!

‘You’re not the only one who knows how to look pretentious!’

Wesley was enraged at that moment, the raging fire in his heart burning mercilessly.

Alas, he knew nothing of Philip’s past, nor of the power he held.

At the same time, in one of Riverdale’s five-star hotels.

Samuel Warren laid comfortably on the goose-feather bed. Held lovingly in his arms was his newest female secretary.

Samuel’s phone rang. The caller ID showed that it was from Arc de Triumph’s general finance manager!

No longer paying the woman in his arms any attention, Samuel picked up the call. “Hello, Mr. Zach? Has something occurred? An issue so major that you’re calling so late at night?”

“Mr. Warren. I’m here with a notice. Arc de Triumph has changed its major shareholder. All shares have been transferred to a Mr. Clark, Mr. Philip Clarke. We’ve cashed your percentage into your bank accounts, amounting to 300 million. We wish for your kind understanding.”