The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 76

Wesley Warren blushing deep red!

He's been humiliated!

'How dare this trash say such a thing?

'How dare he threaten to throw me and dad out of the Arc de Triumph?!

'Where did this idiot get his courage?

'Hong Kong fish?

'This doesn't make sense!'

"So Philip Clarke, does this mean as long as I am not expelled from the Arc de Triumph at the end of today, I will hear 'Mr Wesley' from your mouth as you kneel before me?" Wesley. The corner of his lips lifted into a grin as he spoke.

Perhaps, all that was left of Philip was his ability to bluff.

"Small opportunity. It's almost impossible."

Philip also did not want to comfort Wesley, considering his purpose here was to have dinner. He never planned to cause trouble, but the others did nothing but humiliate him the entire time. Closing his eyes would humiliate his identity as the heir to his family fortune!

'So Wesley Warren wants to be arrogant?

'So he thought he held a higher place?

'Very good. Then I will take your status and all yours!'

Just then, Zayn returned after the call with a sour expression. "Mr Clarke, I fear there has been no confirmation reply on my behalf. So ..."

The implication is obviously—'I haven't received any news yet, so I can't confirm your document for stock transfer.'

Wesley laughed out loud, his expression sarcastic and unfriendly. "You hear that? Still posing, right? You have my respect. Why would Wynn choose a useless one like you beyond my comprehensive abilities!"

'Funny, very funny!

'His lie has been exposed, and here he is still calm and restless.'

Philip doesn't talk much. He simply chose to answer nonchalantly, "Wait a moment. I'm sure the man you're calling is his father, Samuel Warren? I don't think he's going to talk much at a shareholder's meeting with his two percent stake. So it makes sense that his father doesn't know it yet. However, it should be anytime now."

Philip's right.

This transfer of shares is a unanimous agreement made by all major shareholders.

Small shareholders have no say at all.

As a result, Samuel Warren has not received any notice.

Although it wouldn't be too long before he did.

"You're really tough, Philip Clarke. My father has no rights, you say? You're hilarious. Who do you think you are? What a wonderful Jack Ma? Or do you think you're Warren Buffett? You're nothing but shit! Buying an Arc de Triumph? Do you even have 20 billion? Fucking idiots!" Wesley chuckled coldly at Philip.

Philip shrugged his shoulders in response. "What's the difference between you and the frog at the bottom of the well? There's more to the world than we both know, and I'd really appreciate it if you'd be kind enough to stop judging me with the limited knowledge you have. You can't possibly have an idea of how much money I have, even I don't know the exact amount. However, most likely the people you mentioned, Jack Ma and Warren Buffet, did not have that much. I'm willing."

Damnit damnit!

Every word that came out of his mouth was complete nonsense!

Does she think she is Takumi Fujiwara from Initial D?

What a flashy crap!

Philip Clarke was not wrong.

Even with the total net worth of all the new rich people on Forbes, it may still not make up half of the money his family has.

More than 70% of the world's wealth belongs to his family.

Who could be richer than him?

It was just that Philip personally did not want to take over his family business.

"Good, fine. I'll just see how you plan to lie your way out of this!" Wesley was furious.

'How dare you, Philip Clarke.

'As a competitor at university, I lost. Wynn Johnston married you.

'Now that I am the manager of the Arc de Triumph, there is no way I can't beat you with my status and social status!

'You're not the only one who knows how to look pretentious!'

Wesley was furious at that moment, the raging flames in his heart lit up mercilessly.

Unfortunately, he knew nothing about Philip's past, or the power he wielded.

At the same time, at one of Riverdale's five-star hotels.

Samuel Warren lay comfortably on the goose feather bed. Hugged lovingly in her arms was her newest female secretary.

Samuel's phone rang. The caller ID indicates that it was from the general finance manager of Arc de Triumph!

No longer paying attention to the woman in his arms, Samuel raised the call. "Hello, Mr. Zach's? Did something happen? There's a big problem so you call till late at night?"

"Mr Warren. I'm here with notice. The Arc de Triumph has changed its main shareholder. All shares have been transferred to Mr. Clark, Mr. Philip Clarke. We have cashed your percentage into your bank account, amounting to up to 300 million. We expect your understanding."