The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 6

Philip casually called George Thomas. "George, help me check out the latest project Wynn Johnston is working on at Beacon Pharmaceutical. Is there a million dollar order? Tell me who the client is and the person in charge."

From there came George's respectful voice, saying, "Young Master, Beacon Pharmaceutical is one of the companies the Clarke family invests in. I'll ask the President of the Hall of Beacon to visit you personally."

Huh huh? Beacon Pharmaceutical is actually one of the companies that our family invests in? My dad is too great!

Philip suddenly regretted not inheriting the family business earlier.

"no need. Investigate quickly and have clients expedite the entire process so they won't make it difficult for Wynn" Philip said calmly.

"Young Master, I advise you to buy that client company only. You're not short of money" suggested George.

What the fuck! Buy out? As expected of the butler of a wealthy family. Oh George, old man, are you really talking this big right now?

"That's a low profile, right? If I want to buy, do I have to wait until now?" Philip replied angrily.

"All right, Young Master. Please give me ten minutes" said George timidly.

As soon as he hung up the phone, George immediately asked his secretary to contact Beacon Pharmaceutical chairman Derrick Hall.

When Derrick received a call from George's secretary, he trembled with excitement. "President Thomas, do you need me for something?" It was the phone of the richest man in Riverdale City! Group Leader Apex! Many people wanted to eat with him.

"President Hall, it's not me who wants something from you, but my young master." George's voice sounded calm over the phone, but his tone forbade. After all, he was the richest man in Riverdale City! He should sound respectful in front of the young master, but towards others, he was the boss! And a boss naturally needs to behave that way.

"Young... Young Master?" Derrick was currently sitting inside the Beacon Tower president's office, stunned as he began to break out in cold sweat.

Young master President Thomas! The richest man in the city still had a young master! That's too scary!

"Then, what does the young master want from me?" Derrick asked cautiously, afraid of angering George if he wasn't careful enough.

"There's Wynn Johnston in your company. Who's the client he's been in contact with lately?" ask George.

Derrick knows Wynn Johnston. She was the deputy manager of the marketing department, a strong woman, and she had been watching him for a long time. But unfortunately, he was married, although it didn't matter.

Derrick immediately ran into the marketing department with his head drenched in sweat. When the Beacon Pharmaceutical marketing department staff saw Derrick, they were all silent.

"Where is Deputy Manager Johnston?" ask Derrick.

"He went out for a business discussion" replied a staff member.

"Who's the client?" ask Derrick.

"Manager Maury Warren of Victory Pharmaceutical" replied the staff member.

Derrick picked up his phone back, turned around, and respectfully reported, "President Thomas, this is Maury Warren from Victory Pharmaceutical."

"All right, get it." George hung up the phone after that. Furthermore, George used his own authority to alert Victory Pharmaceutical. He had served as a butler for many years now, he could naturally tell what his young master was thinking. This Maury Warren of Victory Pharmaceutical must have offended the young master.

Six minutes later, Philip, who was on his way to the hospital, received a call from George. "Young Master, everything has been taken care of."

"OKAY. Don't tell Wynn about this, and shut everyone up. I don't want to hear a bit about that" Philip said.

"Understand me, Young Master. Be humble." George chuckles.

After hanging up the phone, Philip looked at the hospital building before him and smiled bitterly. Oh, Wynn, you keep saying that I can't help you. I'm telling you now that I can help you with just one sentence. If one day you find out that I've supported you, how do you react?

Move back to the Western restaurant on the sixth floor of the Hilton Hotel. Maury Warren drank too much and now his hands are starting to act.

"Vice Manager Johnston, you keep eating but you won't touch your wine. Are you underestimating me?" Maury had a long face, his voice darkened.

Wynn flashed an apologetic smile and explained, "Manager Warren, you're wrong. I've only been unwell these few days, so I can't drink alcohol." This fat bitch keeps trying to touch me, she's so annoying!

"Hmph! Since you said it like that, I don't think there's anything we need to talk about anymore." Maury snorted before threatening Wynn. "Vice Manager Johnston, you should know that it's not just Beacon who is trying to work with us. There are many people begging to see me."

Hearing his words, Wynn frowned and stared doubtfully at the red wine on the table. "Well then, I'll have one drink" said Wynn. He picked up a bottle of red wine and poured himself a glass.

Maury smiled when he saw Wynn. This woman is very charming under the dim lights.

"Vice Manager Johnston, don't be in a hurry. Why don't we talk about this slowly upstairs?" Maury Warren revealed his true agenda for the night. As soon as he spoke, he placed his hand against Wynn's thigh and wanted to go further in!

'Slap!'

Wynn immediately stood up and slapped the man furiously. "Manager Warren, that's enough!"

"You*******, how dare you slap me!" Maury glared furiously and stood up. He raised his hand and was about to slap Wynn when…

'Ring ring ring!'

The voice of the caller's tone interrupted him. He grabbed his phone when he saw Wynn leave, roaring to his phone, "Who is this?!"

"Maury Warren! Is that how you should talk to me?" At the other end sounded the same angry roar.

"President Lewis, I'm sorry, very sorry. Some promoters keep calling me now. What do you want from me?" Maury immediately sounded like a submissive little boy. This man, President Lewis, is the chairman of Victory Pharmaceuticals, his boss! What did he call her for? Although the man had now ruined his plans, Maury did not dare to complain.

"You asked me? Are you deliberately trying to interfere with Vice Manager Johnston in our collaboration?" president Lewis asked, sounding desperate. Just a moment ago, he received a call from the richest man in Riverdale City, George Thomas. The man's words were full of provocation. Damn it, this Maury Warren! He had the courage to offend such a prominent figure! Is he looking for trouble?

"President Lewis, how do you know about this?" Maury's dumbfounded. Can Wynn tell him? But, he was only a vice manager of the marketing department, there was no way he was in contact with President Lewis.

"You even asked me this? Are you trying to get yourself fired?" President Lewis became furious and roared, "Our collaboration with Beacon was approved! And you'd better apologize immediately to Deputy Manager Johnston, in person! Without forgiveness, never think about going back to the company. You can just go!"

'Thud!'

The call was over and Maury Warren was flabbergasted! He knew that President Lewis was furious.

Without a word, he dashed out to chase after Wynn. "Vice Manager Johnston, please wait!"

Maury now behaved like an obedient child, bowing his head, slightly bowing with both hands held together to show his apology. "Vice Manager Johnston, I'm sorry, I screwed up before. I will sign our cooperation agreement soon. I hope Vice Manager Johnston can forgive me for being blinded by desire."

Wynn. He looked at Maury in shock and bewilderment. "Manager Warren, you mean?" This was an order he had been working on for an entire month. Hundred thousand! His commission alone is worth tens of thousands! They could finally pay for Mila's medical expenses.

In just ten minutes, Maury and Wynn signed a deal. Everything happened so fast that Wynn still couldn't come to his senses.

"President Warren, you mentioned that your chairman has approved this personally, right?" Wynn asked, confused.

Maury had given her a flattered smile the entire time. "Yes, Deputy Manager Johnston. You should have told me that you were an acquaintance of President Lewis. We almost misunderstood."

Wynn nodded, still confused. How did he get to know President Lewis of Victory Pharmaceutical? It must mean someone had helped him! Could it be Juan Parker? He mentioned this to her in the morning.

I have to ask him! thought Wynn. He subconsciously compared Philip and Juan in his mind and the disdain for Philip grew. Her husband is too useless!

On the other hand, Philip is still unaware that after helping Wynn with his problems, the latter has misunderstood and thinks that his rival, Juan, has helped him. If he knew about this, he would probably vomit blood.

The next day in the afternoon, Philip walked into Bentley after leaving the hospital. He had made an appointment to meet someone with George today.

After Philip left in the car, a girl who stood a little too far away muttered suspiciously, "Why does that back profile look like Philip ..."

Lynn Johnston is here in the hospital today to visit her cousin's daughter. He did not want to come, but his parents said that he was not polite not to visit Johnston family members.

However, upon reaching the hospital entrance, Lynn happens to witness Philip getting into the car. But, she assumed that her worthless cousin-in-law would never be able to afford a luxury car like Bentley, so Lynn never thought about it again and went to the hospital's inpatient department.

Inside the moving Bentley, Philip asked lazily, "George, who are we going to meet today? Are they troublesome?"

George replied respectfully, "Young Master, it won't be troublesome. He's a collector in our country, regarded as my friend."

"Why did I meet your friend?" Philip asked, instead. Good George, is this a reenactment of a broken mountain of bones? You're already at this age, and you're still involved in things like this?

George smiled. "Young Master, this is just a small business worth a billion. You need to learn from experience so that you can inherit the family fortune as soon as possible."

This answer made Philip look at George. A billion dollar business is a small business? He resisted the urge to roast it and said, "George, do you know how the cow died?"

Oh no, after not meeting for seven years, this old thing is getting prettier. As the heir to an elite family, Philip had a misunderstanding about fear.