The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 79

The slap!

A loud punch sounded in the air.

Right now, Samuel's eyes opened wide as his face flushed red in anger. He pointed at Wesley with his finger and shouted furiously, "Shut up! You're in no position to talk here. Get lost!"

He blames himself for this. He had overindulged his son and that was what fostered this arrogant and challenging attitude.

"Dad, are you crazy! Why did you hit me?"

Wesley felt extremely aggrieved as he turned around and looked at Philip in annoyance before grumbling, "What are you doing? Why would my father talk to you like this!"

Philip said nothing.

Samuel, on the other hand, moved first. His hand touched Wesley's cheek once more as he shouted, "Wesley Warren, shut up! How could you speak to Mr Clarke in such a tone? Did you know that the land you are standing on now belongs to Master? Clarke's? The Arc de Triumph group is now under Mr. Clarke. Now hurry up and apologize to Mr. Clarke!"

Wesley was completely dumbfounded.

The Arc de Triumph now belongs to Philip?

What... What happened?

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Clarke. I don't teach my kids how to behave. Please tell me what to do and we can finish this as you like." Samuel knew that his steps now would determine his life from today onwards.

Philip looked Wesley blankly in the eyes and replied, "It's okay, your son and I are old classmates."

Old classmate?

Surprised, Samuel quickly recovered with a smile and said, "Oh, that's good. Wesley had to thank his lucky star for being able to have a classmate like you, Mr. Clarke."

That flattery made Philip very uncomfortable.

Impossible!

Impossible!

How did Philip get the money to buy the Arch de Triumph Group?

He doesn't believe this!

He had already experienced living under Philip's shadow during their college days.

Will Philip destroy it once more?

He won't accept this!

"Wesley Warren, do you remember what I said just now? Life is a long journey. You never know who's gonna get the gold, do you?" Philip said with a small smile.

Distraught, Wesley staggered back and fell to the ground. With a finger pointing at Philip's face, he shouted, "That's impossible! I'm Wesley Warren! You will never be able to defeat me!"

Philip could not be bothered to comfort her anymore. He knows how unstable Wesley is right now.

Philip turned and looked at Samuel. "Mr Warren, you still have eight minutes left. Have you decided?"

The tip of Samuel's mouth twitched as he smiled stiffly. He was even afraid to wipe off the sweat grains on his forehead. "Mrs. Clarke, this is not true at all. Why don't I ask Wesley to apologize to you?"

"Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Clarke now!" Samuel shouted at Wesley whose mind seemed to float.

A confused and absentminded Wesley is forced by Samuel to apologize to Philip.

However, Philip quickly spoke up, "Master Warren, I'm sorry to interrupt, but your son said earlier that if I could buy the Arc de Triumph, he would kneel down and kowtow to me."

Samuel's mouth twitched once more as his eyes turned cold. Still, a smile remained plastered on his face as he replied, "Master Clarke, there's no need to be too rude, right? No matter what mistake Wesley had made, there was no need to publicly humiliate him."

"That's not true, there's no such thing. If I did not have the money and power I have today, I know for a fact that Wesley would press my head to the ground and force me to bow down to him at this moment. .

"Do the poor deserve to be bullied?

"Do the rich have the right to only humiliate and insult others?

"Who gave you this right? Other rich people?

"All right, then. Today, I, Philip Clarke, am much richer than you, so you should kneel down and apologize to me right now!"

Every word Philip said in this one, a long breath struck everyone directly at the heart.

Many people present at that time were just mediocre Joes. They have faced unfortunate situations where they were bullied by the rich at least once in their lives.

They never dared to resist when they were trampled and humiliated by the rich.

Right now, however, Philip was speaking for them. Naturally, they are happy.

"That's right! Brother Phil, you're right! Come on, get on your knees and apologize now!"

"D*mn! I never liked this idiot, Wesley. He's been bluffing us security guards all day. Does he think that we are his dogs that he can just lead? Fuck him, he deserves to have a taste of his own medicine!"

"Kneel! Hurry up and get on your knees!"

Suddenly, the crowd was angry.

Everyone pointed to Wesley, which only made him even more frightened.

"Dad, help me! I don't want to kneel!" Wesley grabbed his father's arm and hid behind him.

Samuel's expression darkened as he said to Philip, "Master Clarke, do you really want to push this to the extreme? I suggest you think about this because I'm not someone to be encouraged. Remember, I still have people behind me. I'm on my side. I'm not someone you want to provoke!"

Obviously, Samuel was very indulgent with his son.

He would never allow his son to kneel before so many people to prostrate and apologize to others.

Philip laughed softly. "Well, I can't wait to find out who the people you're talking about are who I can't provoke."