The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 78

Samuel Warren's! Don't just call me when you want and tell me to clean it up! It's a difficult moment now. You could put me in danger because of this!"

From the other end of the phone came the voice of an upset and upset man.

Samuel was far from angry and replied in a flattering tone, "Johann, brother! Something came up, you know. I can only turn to you, Brother."

Johann Sullivan was Samuel's source of power at Riverdale.

Thanks to Johann that he is where he is today.

As a result, he had paid a large amount of respect in return.

It's just that Johann has decided not to contact her unless something big happens.

Johann reluctantly left his bed and put on his presbyopia glasses. "What's going on?"

Samuel was not a terrible person. He knew the rules, so something big must have happened to him to call her this late.

"Something's happened to our company, Johann. There's a young man named Philip Clarke who wants to buy our company. He said he'd bankrupt us if we refused to sell him" Samuel said anxiously.

"Samuel Warren! Is this why you called me so late? What the fuck? Are you drunk to forget or are you sleeping with too many women? It's a small matter and you feel the need to report it to me? Handle yourself!"

Johan was very angry. 'What happened to Samuel?

'Is he getting old or is he getting stupid?

'What is Philip Clarke?

'Bankruptcy?

'What joke!'

Samuel quickly replied, "No, no, wait. Johann, brother, I don't think I can handle it myself."

Johann frowned when he heard Samuel muttering over the phone. Wearing his jacket, he walked into the study and asked, "Who is this guy? A figure so strong that you can't deal with yourself?"

"You know the Arc de Triumph, don't you, Johann?" ask Samuel.

"The hotel group you are investing in? That's worth 20 billion in the market, right? How about that?"

"That's Mr. Clarke, he bought all his shares. All 20 billion of that!"

'He bought it?

'20 billion!'

The frown on Johann's forehead deepened as he understood the severity of the matter.

"Then, why would he want to buy your company? Did you offend him?" Johann immediately got the idea.

'The other party wanted to buy Samuel's company, threatening bankruptcy as well if he didn't want to sell. They must have had some enmity between them.'

"Then why didn't you go to see her? Apologize if it's necessary, compensate if you have to. Does someone of his caliber look like we can take? Idiots!"

Closing the phone, he stood in front of the window smoking, unable to calm his heart.

Then, he called his secretary. "Check out a guy named Philip Clarke in Riverdale. I need the information as soon as possible."

Samuel also had no time to laze around. Pulling over, he quickly went to the Arc de Triumph Hotel.

At the same time, Wesley stood in front of Philip and his group with faces full of ridicule. "As long as you bow before me and I hear 'Mr Wesley' coming out of your mouth, I will let you go. But if you want to continue your stubbornness, then I'm sorry, I don't have time." to waste you!"

Wesley is upset that he still has to meet the secret millionaire behind the 100 BMW motorcycles parked outside.

'Who has time to waste on this fucking idiot?'

But Philip watched her with a calm expression. "What's the hurry? Your father should be on his way."

"My dad? What kind of joke is this? Why did my father come here for you? What, what are you going to tell me next that my father is here to apologize to you?" Wesley grunting. "You can't possibly think that this is a stupid novel plot where my father came and apologized to you, right? Wake up, Philip Clarke. Stop messing around."

Philip did not answer. Instead, he chose to watch indifferently.

At that moment, the hotel door opened. Outside, a Mercedes-Benz is parked.

Getting out of the car slowly ran a middle-aged man.

Wearing a black shirt and white trousers, the man wore gold-framed glasses and gripped a briefcase beside the upper body of his muffin. Cold sweat splashed all over his forehead.

"Dad! Why are you here?"

Wesley paled upon the arrival of the older man, his heart pounding with fear.

After entering the main door, Samuel glared at Wesley. Apart from all the other things, he reached out to Philip's front and spoke with a bow and smiling apology, "Sorry for my delay, Mr. Clarke."

Wesley, Zayn, and everyone were shocked by the sight before them.

This is Samuel Warren, head of the Riverdale Arc de Triumph branch!

Thinking he would bend his back for a young man with a flattering expression?

This is shocking news!

Wesley was surprised. She's confused.

How did this happen?

Philip nodded in return. Checking the time, he said, "You're not late. You still have 20 minutes. I wonder what you finally decided, Mr Warren?"

Samuel Warren would have rejected the offer. Smiling, he replied, "It's not good to joke about things like this, Mr. Clarke. My company is just a small company. They have no future. They have been making losses after losses these few years. To sell it to you would take advantage of you."

Wesley ran just as his father finished speaking. In a frustrated tone, he shouted, "What the fuck, Dad? Why are you so polite to this stupid bastard? What, Mr Clarke? He's just a delivery guy! Didn't you mix it with someone else? !"