The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 45

Leon's mind was now like a roller-coaster, in total chaos.

My name is Leon Larson, and I am now in a state of panic! There were thirty armored cash carriers outside the door, waiting in line. Next to each car were four SWAT officers carrying weapons. They were all wearing black battle uniforms, black helmets, and carrying black weapons. Yeah, not the usual bodyguard armored car carrying rubber bullets. It's a real bullet. Because the number was too large, the bank immediately contacted the SWAT team, and they had sent over a hundred SWAT officers to escort the money. This was all done in less than ten minutes.

Philip calmly looked at Leon whose forehead was now covered in sweat and said, "I called them here."

The explosion! Leon felt his mind explode. His hands continued to tremble. He came from a wealthy family and knew full well how frightening someone was to send so much money in such a short period of time! His scalp felt thorny as he experienced despair for the first time. But he refused to give up.

"No way, no way! There's no way you're calling them!" Leon could barely stand still. He took his phone to call his father in a panic. Find Daddy, I can definitely finish this!

However, even before he spoke, an angry shout flowed from the other end of the call, "Dumb boy, have you gone crazy? Who are you provoking?" Lewis is currently furious at the office of the president of his own company. Not far from him stood an old man in a swallow tail coat, holding a golden and black staff, with a calm expression.

George Thomas personally came to Prime Harvest Group.

After Lewis roared a few more times to the phone, he ended the call and smiled flatteringly at George. "President Thomas, I'm so sorry. My son has caused trouble. I will personally go and apologize to Mr. Clarke now."

George shook his head. The tall female secretary beside him immediately handed over the company's acquisition contract to Lewis. "Mr Larson, our young master is planning to acquire your business. This was an agreement with a purchase price of three hundred million. Please sign it," said George indifferently. His tone did not sound like negotiation, but an order.

Lewis' heart trembled. Clenching his fists tightly, he forced a smile and asked, "President Thomas, do I need to do it? Why don't I personally apologize to Young Master Clarke?" This company is Lewis' life. It was true that his company was worth three hundred million, but if he were to hand it over so suddenly, how could Lewis maintain his status in Riverdale City? He has a very ambitious goal, which is to enter the national market.

"Lewis Larson, this is not a negotiation. This is my young master's intention. Please sign it." George maintained an indifferent attitude. His eyes narrowed with a barely visible flash.

Lewis's back was soaked in cold sweat. With gritted teeth, he lifted the pen with great difficulty as he signed his name on the agreement.

Could he have refused to sign it? This man before him was George Thomas, the richest man in Riverdale, worth over tens of billions! If his young master wanted to acquire his company, how could he dare to refuse? If he were to dare, what awaited him would definitely be a devastating blow. What's more, the growth of his company was thanks to President Thomas' investment and support during his early days.

George smiled and said, "Lewis Larson, you really have a clear view of things. Now, please come with me."

Lewis nodded. As he stood up, it was like he had grown ten years older. That ingenious spark seemed to have disappeared from his chaotic eyes. He now hated his useless son.

Return to Philip and Leon. After Leon's father reprimanded him, he was astonished, completely ignorant of what he should do next. The crowd outside grew larger as they chatted amongst themselves. The live space on his phone was a hit. Its popularity has now surpassed millions! The screen was filled with comments that appeared like, 'taipan', 'awesome', 'god of luck, please let me pray to you' and so on. The thirty armored money carriers were a spectacular display they had never seen before in their lives!

"Leon, I've told you before that you should apologize to my daughter today," Philip said coldly. "Now, I'm giving you a choice. Either you go out now and apologize to my daughter in front of everyone, or slap yourself ten times."

Hehe! Leon laughs. It was a hysterical laugh. He comes from a rich family. He is the young master of Prime Harvest Group! Of course, he had his pride! "You want me to apologize to that woman? Dream on! So what if you have money? It's not like you can force me to sell the company!" Leon gives a scary grin. He picked up the phone, pointed the camera at Philip and said, "Everything, take a good look, this is it! If anything happens to me, make a police report on my behalf!"

Police report? Bam! Philip approached and kicked Leon in the stomach hard, making the boy fall face down. He then snatched the phone from Leon's hand, stared straight at the camera, and adjusted the clarity, slightly curling his lips. Philip said politely, "Everyone in this live broadcast room, hello. My name is Philip Clarke, Mila Clarke's father. My three-year-old daughter accidentally got a cake from this young master of Prime Harvest Group, and she slapped him. As a father, I cannot tolerate my daughter being bullied. So, I have decided to spend three hundred million dollars to acquire Prime Harvest Group to make this young master here, who looks down on my daughter and me, he said, apologizing to my daughter ."

It was just a simple statement, but that direct space instantly became a huge uproar.

The man had actually spent three hundred million to buy a company!

"Dad, are you looking for another child, Dad? I can be your son."

"Hey, the commentator above me, you are my younger brother, call me 'Sister'!"

In an instant, the atmosphere of the live chat room changed, and everyone started attacking Leon while many people cheered for Philip.