The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 76

Wesley Warren flushed a deep red!

He had been humiliated!

‘How dare this piece of trash say such things?

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

‘Where did this idiot get his bravery from?

‘Fish Leong?

‘This was preposterous!’

“So Philip Clarke, does this mean that as long as I’m not thrown out of Arc de Triumph by the end of today, I’ll hear a ‘Master Wesley’ from your mouth as you kneel before me?” Wesley was pissed. The corners of his lips lifted into a sneer as he spoke.

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

“Slim chance. Hardly probable.”

Philip did not want to entertain Wesley either, considering his goal here was to have dinner. He never planned to stir trouble, but the other had done nothing but humiliate him the entire time. To turn a blind eye would be a disgrace to his identity as the heir to his family’s fortune!

‘So Wesley Warren wants to be arrogant?

‘So he thinks he holds the higher ground?

‘Very well. Then I shall take away your status and everything you own!’

Right then, Zayn returned after the call with a sour expression. “Master Clarke, I’m afraid that there has yet to be any confirming replies on my behalf. So…”

The implications were clear—‘I have yet to receive any news, so I am unable to affirm your document for the transfer of shares.’

Wesley burst into laughter, his expression sarcastic and unkind. “You hear that? Still f*cking posing are you? You have my respect. Why Wynn would choose a good-for-nothing like you is out of my comprehensive abilities!”

‘Hilarious, f*cking hilarious!

‘His lie has been seen through, and here he is still calm and unnerved.’

Philip did not say much. He merely opted to reply nonchalantly, “Give it a moment. I believe the man you called is his dad, Samuel Warren? I do suppose he wouldn’t have much of a say at the shareholder meeting with his two percent stocks. So it makes sense that his father doesn’t know of it yet. It should be any moment now, though.”

Philip was right.

This transfer of shares was an unanimous agreement made by all major shareholders.

Minor shareholders had no say at all.

As a result, Samuel Warren had yet to receive a notice.

“Fine, fine. I’ll just watch how the f*ck you plan to lie your way out of this!” Wesley was infuriated.

‘How dare you, Philip Clarke.

‘As competitors back in university, I lost. Wynn Johnston married you.

‘Now that I’m the manager of Arc de Triumph, there’s no way I can’t tower over you with my status and social standing!

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

Wesley was enraged at that moment, the raging fire in his heart burning mercilessly.

Alas, he knew nothing of Philip’s past, nor of the power he held.

At the same time, in one of Riverdale’s five-star hotels.

Samuel Warren laid comfortably on the goose-feather bed. Held lovingly in his arms was his newest female secretary.

Samuel’s phone rang. The caller ID showed that it was from Arc de Triumph’s general finance manager!

No longer paying the woman in his arms any attention, Samuel picked up the call. “Hello, Mr. Zach? Has something occurred? An issue so major that you’re calling so late at night?”

“Mr. Warren. I’m here with a notice. Arc de Triumph has changed its major shareholder. All shares have been transferred to a Mr. Clark, Mr. Philip Clarke. We’ve cashed your percentage into your bank accounts, amounting to 300 million. We wish for your kind understanding.”