The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 73

Wait, Philip, wait a minute. Why rush? We don't always meet old classmates. Let's talk a little longer." Wesley.

Philip's brows furrowed even more, his expression growing darker.

There is little in common between him and Wesley Warren. Philip would rather not deal with an old classmate like him anymore.

They have changed—turned into people with higher status.

Philip shook his head and said coldly, "At that time, you were just a piece of trash to me, Wesley Warren. Although I didn't expect you to still be trash now."

Wesley. "What did you say?"

He had not expected such a sentence to come out of the mouth of a useless person like Philip Clarke.

He called it trash?

Who is the trash here?

"You think now that you are the manager of the Arc de Triumph, you are on top of the world? Very cool, huh? So you showed it off to rub it on my face? What's up with us? an introduction? You think you're better than us?" Philip grunting.

He's been keeping it for a long time.

Not wanting to add fuel to the fire, he did not expect his tolerance to result in the aggravation of others.

"Haha! Philip Clarke you son of a bitch, are you kidding me?" Wesley laughed, his expression strong with mocking intent. "I, the manager of the Arc de Triumph, got a monthly salary of 40 thousand! You're just a delivery guy. Even after work, I doubt if you can even earn six thousand. Maybe you only get a little more than five thousand a month. What do you have that is better than me in terms of family background, status, and contacts? How am I not better than you, Philip Clarke? Yeah, I'm better than you, Philip! What are you gonna do about it, huh?"

Wesley could not tolerate how the others still pretended to be tall and mighty.

"You were great at university. You even made a bunch of juniors of yours fall at your feet. Why are you delivering food now? I'll tell you why. Because you suck! You are all trash in my eyes! So what if I think I'm better than all of you?" Wesley looked proud of himself.

Wesley not only offended Philip with what he said, but he also offended all of Philip's comrades present at the scene.

Now over 60 people are mad at Wesley!

Treading him down, they surrounded Wesley with menacing expressions on their faces.

"Of course, we all deliver food. So what if you're a manager? You work for others too!"

"What is this now? I heard someone call us garbage delivery boys. Who are you, some kind of god? Think you're on top of the world?"

"This*ck! I hate people like you, I'll beat you up! Totally disgusting!"

Instantly, the lobby began to rumble.

Many use violence. They let their fists do the talking.

Just then, dozens of bodyguards rushed to the scene. With Wesley shielded behind them, the guards stood against Philip's horde.

"F* ck! They have the courage to hit me! What the hell are you doing? Take out this group of busy people!" Wesley roared as he straightened his suit and touched the point on his face where he had been punched.

A group of bodyguards had Philip's horde surrounded in an instant. Just surrounded and nothing more.

They were all standing by Philip's side as they glared at Wesley.

"All right, Philip Clarke. Can't you go alone, huh? Good. If you don't want to go alone, don't blame me for being disrespectful!" Wesley stared intently at Philip.

With that, Wesley pulled out his phone and called security. "I have a job for you. Come here quickly!"

Excited was a disdain for how she felt at the moment because she could already see the scene of Philip Clarke being shamefully kicked out of the hotel.

Trying to look cool in front of me with a bunch of introductory boys? Fuck yourself!

At the same time, the head of security arrived only to see a scene of chaos in front of him. Surprised, he quickly ran.

"Manager Warren. What's going on?"

"You're on time. Throw this gang of bastards away!"

"I can't do that, Manager Warren. This is our hotel VIP client!"

The security chief was stunned. Although he had no idea what was going on, it was clear to him that Wesley was disturbing Philip's group of people.

"What do you mean you can't? They're just a bunch of delivery guys, how can they be our hotel's VIP client?" Wesley sneered, a mocking expression adorning his face. He then slapped the head of security, pointed his finger at him, and began reprimanding. "Who's the manager here? If I tell you to throw it away, you just throw it away!"

'Really wasting space. Talk back to the boss too!'

"Manager Warren, they're really our hotel's VIP clients. There are at least 100 BMW motorcycles outside, all parked on behalf of this client. I'm not responsible for the consequences if I throw them away."

The head of security didn't like it in the slightest, but he kept it.

Wesley was always arrogant and domineering, so the staff usually just turned a blind eye.

Yet now he wanted to throw these people, who were obviously VIPs, out?

He would definitely be fired if their boss found out about this.

Wesley laughed out loud after hearing what the security chief said. "What kind of "joke is this? 100 BMW motorcycles? Who are you kidding?"

Wesley laughed even harder.

He had also seen 100 BMW motorcycles parked outside and was envious.

After realizing that a new wealthy VIP client had come to the hotel, Wesley initially planned to make a connection. When he saw Philip Clarke instead, he decided to scoff at her a little.

Now, someone told him that 100 BMW bikes outside were used for food delivery and that it belonged to Philip.

This must be a shitty joke!

However, right at that moment...

Philip took the phone out of his pocket and called George Thomas. "Hey, Old Man George. How much does it cost to buy an Arc de Triumph?"