Chief Heir Officer novel Chapter 39

A group of people barged in with the leading middle-aged man looking to be very powerful. He was wearing an expensive suit and had the air of an authority figure as he bellowed the moment he stepped into the room, shocking the staff inside the control room. The staff quickly greeted, “Mr. Hill, what brings you here?”

Harold Hill was the supervisor of Millennium Amusement Park, in charge of the facilities, workers, security, and operation within the park. In summary, other than the owner, Harold was the second in command at Millennium Amusement Park.

Harold nodded slightly. With a sharp gaze, he asked again, coldly, “Who is Philip Clarke?”

Philip mildly frowned and took a step forward. “I am.”

The few youngsters behind Harold rushed into the room and blocked the exit. The young boy Philip had slapped earlier, Jeremy Hill, was now pointing arrogantly at him as he said, “Dad, it’s him. He’s the one who slapped me earlier. You have to teach him a tough lesson!”

So, they were here to pick a fight. Philip cocked up an eyebrow and glanced at the youngsters. He did not see Lynn among them and assumed that she did not have the courage to come inside.

“You’re the one who hit my son?” Harold was furious. His son was his treasure, and he never had the heart to lay a hand on him. But today, a poorly dressed man had actually hit his son!

Philip did not bother to explain but asked faintly, “What do you want?”

“Hehe, good. I see you have a temper.” Harold looked condescendingly at him. “Apologize to my son and we’ll consider this settled. Or else, don’t even think about stepping outside this door.” At his words, the staff inside the control room scattered away to block off the doors, looking like guards.

Harold stared coldly at Philip, but the latter snorted. “Shouldn’t you ask why your son got slapped?” How did this man become someone’s father? He just came over without clarifying the situation and asked for an apology. It was no wonder his son was so full of himself. He had learned it from his old man. It was such a miracle that this pair of father and son could still live comfortably.

“I don’t care why. He’s my son, and you hit him, so you must apologize!” Harold’s voice was deep as he brought out his air of superiority, exerting his dominance. Who was this fool who dared to question him in return? The man clearly did not know his place, such an idiot!

With a dark expression, Harold pushed his son forward. “Jeremy, how do you want to take care of this? Dad will let you do as you please. If you want him to kneel, I’ll make him kneel even if he refuses. Didn’t he slap you earlier? Go over and slap him ten times. Don’t worry. Dad will be here to take care of things for you.”