The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 989

Bowen’s participation in the underground chamber of commerce back then was still vivid in their minds!

That was the big boss recognized by the entire South River District, Riverdale, and the surrounding small areas. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was the unofficial leader of the entire southern region.

Back then, he was full of spirits, and wherever he went, he was respected as Master Bowen.

Peter totally panicked and his knees went weak.

F*ck!

Was he not supposed to meet his benefactor?

Where was that person?

Was that a benefactor or a jinx?!

Peter felt like he was about to die.

On all levels inside the building, the prominent figures displayed different looks. They did not expect the other party’s trump card to be Bowen Roy!

He was back! This session of the underground chamber of commerce would be full of surprises!

Ken’s expression was the gloomiest. He had been preparing for a long time. After Bowen’s incident back then, he had rushed to catch up and consolidated his position in the South River District!

Although he still had less than one-tenth of Bowen’s territory back then, it was also enough for him to be proud.

Now, it seemed that the situation was out of control!

Somewhere behind the big French window on the seventh floor, a young man less than 30 years old with a tough and resolute face was drinking coffee while dressed in clean casual clothes. He was watching the movements on the ground floor with the corners of his mouth showing a faint sneer. His eyes were sparkling brilliantly!

He was Moses Dunley, the chairman of Prime Harvest Group.

He was also the fourth-largest force in the South River District—a new force with great vigor!

“Young Master, a call from the old master.”

Behind him, a well-proportioned and beautiful female assistant was holding the phone in both hands, handing it to Moses respectfully.

Moses took it without looking back and asked with a low magnetic voice, “Old Master, what’s the matter?”

“After the underground chamber of commerce is over, I want you to return and inherit the family. I can’t allow you to fool around like this any longer.”

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded deep and unhappy.

“Okay, I understand.”

Moses replied, then suddenly said, “Old Master, guess who I just saw.”

“Who?”

“The heir of the Clarke family, Philip Clarke,” Moses said, a warlike smile appearing on his face.