The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 7

Bentley soon arrived at Riverdale Virtuous Court. This is a famous restaurant in the city where only the rich and prestigious can eat. Virtuous Court also requires membership reservations where the minimum requirement is to spend at least one million to maintain membership.

At that moment, standing at the entrance of Virtuous Court was a famous businessman. Chairman of the Civil Trade Group, Russell Field. Companies specializing in import and export business, mainly dealing with artwork. As chairman of the company, Russell himself was a wealthy man worth three billion! He is also a nationally renowned collector! A very popular figure among local collectors.

Russell had brought over ten personnel from his supreme management to wait respectfully at the entrance of Virtuous Court with him. This scene was quite shocking to the visitors who ate at the restaurant. There was even a scream.

"Isn't that the chairman of the Civil Trading Group, Russell Field? Who was he waiting for with this luxurious look?"

"What a rare sight! A billionaire like Russell was waiting humbly at the door or the Court of Virtue."

"Has any important person come? Whoever it is, they're definitely not from Riverdale."

As Philip saw the crowd of well-dressed elites waiting at the entrance of the Virtuous Court, he frowned inside Bentley. "Don't I tell you to keep a low profile? What's with this fancy look?"

George smiled shyly. "Young Master, President Field must have wanted to surprise you."

"Shock my leg! I don't like it" Philip said coldly. "Go to the parking lot and tell your friends to meet us in person."

"Understand me, Young Master." George nodded.

The car drove to the parking area.

Russell had been standing tall in front of Virtuous Court as he patiently waited for the guest of honor today. He left shamelessly begging his friend for this opportunity.

Standing next to him was his son, Tyler Field. The young man stuffed his hand into his pocket as he spoke, sounding displeased, "Dad, who are we waiting for? Aren't they too arrogant? It's been twenty minutes."

Russell glared at Tyler and said in a soft voice, "Be careful yourself. If they show up and you make a mistake, just look how I'll look after you later."

Tyler snorted dissatisfiedly, feeling even more annoyed. He had already made plans with his friends to go clubbing, but his old father had dragged him to meet some big investors. However, there was no shadow of that person even after this great show.

Just then, Russell received a phone call and then solemnly turned around. "All right, everybody, let's go inside. They're already here."

Already here? Many of them were confused but most were upset.

Tyler was angry. He grumbled softly, "What the hell is this? Who is this guy? I've been waiting all day now, but I don't even see them." However, he did not dare to say anything in front of his father, so he could only sulk and follow Russell into the restaurant.

As soon as Russell received the phone call, he took his son and rushed to the private room in the corner.

As the door was pushed open, Tyler saw two people standing inside, but his gaze was fixed on Philip.

Screw off? Is this a big investor? You can't be this blind, can you? Which part of this guy looks sophisticated? He looks like a migrant worker on the street.

Tyler could not help but laugh as his dissatisfaction grew. Thanks to this guy he can't go out and have fun.

Instead, Russell had stretched out both his hands and a face full of smiles as he went towards George, who was standing with a cane.

"President Thomas, you're finally here."

George smiled and nodded, only extending one hand to shake hands with the other man.

Russell's gaze then turned to the young man standing beside George. "This is…?"

"This is my young master, Young Master Clarke. He's also an investor this time." George introduced with a smile.

Young Master? George Thomas, young master President George?!

Russell is the president of the company, and his fortune stands at three billion. He was also a prominent figure in Riverdale City. Although he could not compare to George, who was worth over ten billion, he was at least familiar with the world.

It is said that George Thomas came from working for a hidden wealthy family. And that family controls more than half of the world's assets. That must mean the young master of this family had a terrifying existence! He must be very careful.

Thinking of this, Russell extended his hand in great trepidation. "This humble servant, Russell Field, was too harsh to recognize Young Master Clarke. I hope Young Master Clarke can forgive me."

Philip nodded slowly and shook his hand before saying, "President Field, I still have some things to take care of, so let's settle this quickly. I heard from George that your company needs financing. Give me the numbers."

A billion is not a very small number. Even if Russell was worth three billion, he did not dare to risk a billion of his.

"One billion ..." Philip muttered, frowning slightly as he looked to be thinking hard.

This made Russell anxious inside. Asking for a billion at first was a bit too much. Other than the Apex Group, there might not be anyone else in Riverdale capable of helping.

However, Philip's next words shocked Russell for a long time. Even Tyler who had looked down on Philip ever since he entered the room was shocked!

"I'm going to invest two billion, but I want 40% stake." Philip smiled as if he was just talking about numbers.

Two billion? Is this a dream? Russell felt like he was being watched by Lady Luck. How surprising is this!

His company's assets only amounted to a little over three billion, but they easily offered to invest two billion dollars! It's scary! This is too scary! Is this the financial strength of the hidden elite?

40% of the stock is still an acceptable condition for Russell. "Young Master Clarke, are you sure you want to invest two billion?" Russell could barely speak out of excitement, but he still immediately calmed down to ask.

"Too little? I can add a little more," Philip said casually.

A.... a little more?!

Russell could barely stand up straight now. He quickly replied, "No, no, two billion is enough."

That should be enough. With these two billion, Russell has full confidence that he can conquer the American and Italian markets. By then, his own company would be able to reach over ten billion!

Russell then asked his secretary to rush in with a beautiful long box in hand. Russell took out a scroll from the box, unrolled it, and smiled. "Young Master Clarke, this is an authentic painting by Tang Bohu China famous. I have kept it for many years now, and today I would like to present it to you as a sign of my appreciation."

As a well-known art collector domestically, the paintings Russell provided were naturally original! On the market, Tang Bohu's original painting could be worth over ten million!

However, to Russell, compared to Philip's investment, this painting was meaningless.

Philip simply glanced at him and nodded. "Thank you, President Field." He then held the rolled-up painting under his arm and left the private room with George.

As they walked out of the room, Philip saw a middle-aged man wearing a full suit coming with a smile on his face. "Young Mr. Clarke, please wait. I am the owner of Virtuous Court, Javier Morris."

Both Philip and George stopped, staring at the middle-aged man in bewilderment.

When Javier saw George standing behind Philip, he felt a huge shock! That'sthat's true! President Field is right! The young man who could have the richest man in the city standing beside him was indeed extraordinary.

"Young Master Clarke, President Thomas, I had no idea that the two of you would come, so I failed to welcome you. This is the Platinum VIP membership card of the Virtuous Court. If Young Master Clarke doesn't mind, please take this," Javier said. He intends to make an acquaintance of Philip tonight!

Philip looked at Javier for a while before taking the membership card and said in a relaxed tone, "Thank you."

After that, he stomped his feet to start walking again, leaving the rest to George to take care of.

George waited for a moment before saying to Javier, "Master Morris, my young master doesn't like to be too flashy. If anyone asks..."

"Understand, understand! President Thomas, please don't worry. No other soul besides me will know the identity of Young Master Clarke." Javier instantly guaranteed.

Back to Philip. As soon as he left Virtuous Court, he did not choose to ride inside George's Bentley but was about to rent a bicycle. However, the moment he stepped out of the door, he coincidentally met Wynn Johnston!

The filth! How would he explain meeting her here?

"Philip, what are you doing here?" Wynn led a group of well-dressed men and women as they appeared on Virtuous Court.

As he stared suspiciously at Philip, the latter quickly explained frantically, "I'm here for delivery."

A shipment? Food delivery to the restaurant?

Wynn frowned slightly, his expression cold. He started to get annoyed when he saw her weak appearance. What made him even more anxious was to let his comrades see Philip.

However, a hostile male voice suddenly spoke at this moment. "Vice Manager Johnston, is this courier your husband? His appearance is mediocre. As expected of the man who was nurtured."