The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 3

"It's just money. Who says I can't borrow?" Philip glared at Juan viciously.

Juan was stunned as his expression froze. When the shock was still evident in his eyes, Philip threw the plastic bag in his hand in front of him and Wynn.

The bag fell with a thud and a roll of cash appeared before their eyes.

The corner of Juan's eyes twitched slightly as his lips trembled. His hands involuntarily clenched.

Wynn's surprised. He looked at the money Philip threw in front of them, puzzled, but then his expression instantly turned cold as anger appeared in his eyes.

Where did Philip get all this money? If he had this, why didn't he take it out earlier? I even had to accompany the other man by chatting happily with him! Does he not know how exhausting it is?

"It's a hundred thousand. I'll pay you back at once, including the loans of the past! Don't ever come here again" Philip said coldly.

Juan didn't take the money. To be honest, these hundred thousand did not mean much in his eyes. He only considered it a charity for the poor.

"Good, Philip. You managed to fund this much in such a short amount of time. But I wonder, who would lend you so much in such a short amount of time?" Juan asked ambiguously, feeling his ego shaken. He had stayed there only to wait for Philip to return so he could mock him. Moreover, he wanted to show Wynn how bad the man he chose was!

But now, the words Juan wanted to say were all stuck in his throat. This uncomfortable feeling and lump in his throat made him uneasy.

"Does that have anything to do with you?" philip replied indifferently. Wynn can't take it anymore. He stood up and yelled at her, "Enough, Philip! Brother Juan has helped us so many times now, so how can you say that?"

"Did I ask for his help? Don't you know who he's doing all this for?" Philip retorted, his anger barely visible in his eyes.

Wynn. Of course, he knew why Juan paid so much attention to Mila. However, being exposed directly by her husband hurt her self-esteem. He accused, "What do you mean by this?"

Philip took a deep breath to calm his emotions. He has been arguing with Wynn more recently. "Are you not going?" He turned the conversation back to Juan.

Juan sneering. He then took the money and left without saying anything more.

Wynn glared at Philip angrily before chasing after Juan. "Brother Juan, let me see you out!"

Finally quiet. Philip sat by Mila's bedside and saw his daughter sleeping soundly. He felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.

"Mila, is it hard for you to be with Papa? But I'll tell you what, from today onwards, you'll be a little princess." Philip stroked his daughter's forehead gently with affection in his eyes.

At that moment, Wynn returned to the room. He asked coldly, "Where did you get that money from?"

Philip answered without ever looking up. "I borrowed it."

"From who?"

"Hello."

Wynn breathed a sigh of relief. He thinks he borrowed it from a loan shark. "You have borrowed from him too often. You can't keep bothering him. Make sure to return it to him immediately. I heard he's getting married."

"I knew. I'll get it back to him as soon as possible." Philip finally looked at Wynn.

This woman is really pretty. Even with her eyebrows clenched, there was still a charm to her. Too bad she doesn't know that her useless husband, who has collapsed after one setback, is now the heir to the world's richest family. He could now summon clouds and rain with just a nod of his head.

Wynn's gaze gradually became darker. He looked at his daughter lying in a sick bed and said, "Philip, you managed to borrow money this time, but what next? Do you have to borrow money every time Mila is hospitalized?"

The old Philip was strong and excited at that moment. That was also the reason why he fell in love with her. But after he failed in his startup, Philip was unable to get up again, and he became even more wretched.

Philip's a little upset. "I know what to do."

Wynn paused for a moment before continuing to say, "Philip, even though it's not for yourself, think of it as doing something for Mila. Come with me to my dad's birthday this weekend. Apologize to my parents."

Philip remained silent, only clenching his fists. Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Wynn grew even more annoyed. He stomped his feet, took his bag, and scolded him, "Then, continue to be this wretched person for the rest of your life!"

Upon seeing Wynn walk out of the room angrily, Philip finally let out a helpless sigh. Life without money and prestige sucked. Will his father-in-law approve?

In the afternoon, Philip had some important things to take care of, so he asked the nurse to take care of Mila. Wynn was busy with work, so he had already returned to his office.

Philip got on his scooter, updated his delivery list to start working again. He accepted delivery duties at the Intercontinental Hotel. The people who could afford the rooms here were mostly wealthy people.

Upon reaching suite room number 8808, Philip knocked on the door. "Hello, your shipment has arrived."

After a click, the door opened, and a fit woman appeared. He wore a crop top with a spaghetti strap and black shorts. There was a rose tattoo on her thigh, and her hair was disheveled, her makeup was exquisite.

"Hello, you..." Philip handed the shipment over with a bright smile before stopping halfway. "Ruby...Ruby Ford?"

"Philip?"

The girl standing in front of him was Howard's girlfriend, Ruby Ford. He looked at Philip with a surprised expression as suspicion and anger flashed in his eyes.

"Ruru, are you done? I can't wait any longer! You even brought rabbit ears today, hehe..." From inside the room came the voice of a disgusting middle-aged man.

Ruby glared at Philip, grabbed the shipment from him, and slammed the door shut.

Philip stood dumbfounded outside the door for a long time before he regained consciousness.

Half an hour later, Philip met Ruby in the lounge downstairs. The latter had dressed in a black raincoat and ran in his high heels before sitting across from Philip. He took out three hundred dollars from his wallet and placed it on the coffee table, saying coldly, "This is for you."

Philip stared at the three hundred and snorted. "Is this a bribe?"

Ruby frowned and dug another two hundred to be thrown onto the table. "Five hundred! Is that enough? This is equivalent to two days of your pay."

Well, it's increasing fast!

Philip stood up, looking furious and said with gritted teeth, "Ruby, how can you do this to Howie! He has worked so hard for you, and you two are getting married at the end of the year!"

"So what? Who said I'd marry him?" Ruby snorted and lit a woman's cigarette, saying nonchalantly, "Philip, why don't you just think about your own business. You keep coming to borrow money from Howie, and it starts to piss me off.

"You men, do you have no shame? It's worth your wife wanting to divorce you, trash!" Ruby then stood up and crossed her arms, looking at Philip proudly. "Don't say a word about what happened today, or I'll have someone break your leg." After which, Ruby approached the plump middle-aged man who was waiting at the side, and the two left the hotel, hand in hand.

Philip clenched his fists tightly. After he took the money on the table, he left the hotel and made a mental note to tell Howie about it.

At that moment, Philip's phone rang. A glance at the caller ID showed that it was a call from his manager, Wilson Young.

As he answered the call, a thunderous rage exploded from the other end. "Philip, what are you doing?! I have received more than ten phone calls of complaint! Did you send it to Mars? Go back directly after your delivery, then pack up and get lost!"

Wilson went mad with anger. In just half an hour, he had received over ten phone calls complaining about Philip. That drives him crazy! Is this trash trying to work at all?

"Young Master, you can stop scolding me because I completely stopped! I just fired you!"

"Say what? Philip Clari..."

Philip hung up.

First of all, he had gone mad, and now only a manager scolded him to boot. Life had forced him to tolerate everything back then, but things were different now. He had been made to inherit his family fortune and was now the heir to the largest consortium in the world, so how could he let just anyone berate him so simply?

Philip pulled out his phone and called George. "George, I want to buy back my company, don't I?"

George replied, "Young Master, the company was originally founded by you, but you ended up selling it out of bankruptcy. If you want to buy it back, just say so."

Philip said calmly, "Okay. In ten minutes, I want to be the owner!"

Two minutes later, George sent Philip a short message: Young Master. Done it. You are now the owner of Gopher Delivery Service.

Philip nodded. George is very efficient.

Philip got on his scooter and went straight to the office. Wilson Young, wait for me! Just wait and see how I'll skin you alive!

Gopher Delivery Service is a company that Philip founded. However, due to poor management, he went bankrupt and had to sell it. Last night, Philip had gone from boss to lowly staff. He lost all his charms and left only endless ridicule and a cold welcome.

At Gopher Deliver Services Limited Liability Company, Wilson Young stared at his phone in the waiting room, angrily.

"Damn! Philip is just looking for trouble! Just because I can't fire you, who are you to talk to me like that?"

The few staff members standing by the side all furrowed their necks, afraid of being caught in the flames.

Just then, the main door of the company was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in. Upon seeing the man, Wilson immediately put on a flattering smile. "Boss, why didn't you tell us that you were coming? I could have gone to greet you."

It was the owner of the company, Kevin Tank.

Mr. Tank glanced at him before saying, "Everything, prepare yourself to welcome the new owner."

Wilson's dumbfounded. "New owner?"

Mr. Tank said, "Someone has spent ten million to buy this company."

Wilson asked cautiously, "Who is this new owner? Should we prepare something?"

Mr. Tank frowned and replied, "I'm not familiar with the new owner, so everyone, be careful later."

Afterwards, the staff followed Mr. Tank to prepare at the main entrance of the company. Wilson instead showed his authority by saying, "Everything, stay up! The new owner is coming soon. If you are performing well, you may even get a raise or promotion! It's about you and your wallet!"

"Basic bastard, just know how to kiss!"

"She must have meant 'this is about her.' What lickers!"

Some of the staff gossiped calmly. This isn't the first time they've felt disgusted by Wilson Young. The man was just like them before, just the delivery staff. But he was such a shameless sycophant that he ended up securing the position of manager just by siphoning into higher management.

Just then, the black Bentley stopped steadily in front of the company entrance. After some thought, George had decided to come and see the company in person, thinking that he could help the young master. If it could put the young master in a good mood, the young man might even make his way home.

Wilson stood behind Mr. Tank, rub his hands in anticipation. "He's right here! He's here." He knew that the arrival of a new owner meant the arrival of his chance to show his appearance!

At that time, Philip also came and stopped his scooter right in front of Bentley.

As he looked at Philip, Wilson's entire body trembled in anger. He pointed at Philip and shouted, "Philip Clarke, why are you here? Hurry up and get out of the way!" also, arrive and stop his scooter right in front of Bentley.