The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 79

Slap!

A loud smack rang through the air.

At this instant, Samuel's eyes were wide open as his face flared red with anger. He pointed a finger at Wesley and shouted furiously, "Shut up! You're in no position to speak here. Scram!"

He blamed himself for this. He had spoiled his son too much and that was what cultivated this arrogant and defiant attitude of his.

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

Wesley felt extremely wronged as he turned and glared at Philip resentfully before grumbling, "What the f*ck did you do? Why is my dad speaking to you like this!"

Philip said nothing.

Samuel, on the other hand, moved first. His hand went for Wesley's cheek once more as he yelled, "Wesley Warren, shut your d*mn mouth! How can you speak to Mr. Clarke with that tone? Do you know that the ground you're standing on now belongs to Mr. Clarke? The Arc de Triumph Group is now under Mr. Clarke. Now hurry up and apologize to Mr. Clarke!"

Wesley was completely stunned.

The Arc de Triumph Group was now Philip's?

What... What was going on?

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Clarke. I didn't teach my son how to behave himself. Please tell me what to do and we can settle this however you want." Samuel knew that his move now would determine his life from today onward.

Philip stared into Wesley's empty eyes and replied, "It's fine, your son and I are old classmates."

Old classmates?

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

The flattery was making Philip extremely uncomfortable.

No way!

Impossible!

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

He did not believe this!

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

Was Philip going to crush him once again?

He would not accept this!

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

Flustered, Wesley stumbled back and fell to the ground. With a finger pointed at Philip's face, he yelled, "That's impossible! I'm Wesley Warren! You'll never be able to beat me!"

Philip could not be bothered to entertain him any longer. He knew how unstable Wesley was at the moment.

Wesley had thought he was high above everyone else when all of a sudden, everything he once had turned into nothing. It was undeniably a huge blow to his ego.

Philip turned around and looked at Samuel. "Mr. Warren, you still have eight more minutes. Have you made up your mind?"

The edge of Samuel's mouth twitched as he squeezed out a stiff smile. He was scared to even wipe away the nervous beads of sweat on his forehead. "Mr. Clarke, this isn't right at all. Why don't I get Wesley to apologize to you?"

"Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Clarke now!" Samuel yelled at Wesley whose mind seemed to have drifted away.

The confused and absent-minded Wesley was forced by Samuel to apologize to Philip.

However, Philip quickly spoke up, "Mr. Warren, sorry to interrupt but your son said earlier that if I can buy Arc de Triumph, he would kneel and kowtow to me."

Samuel's mouth twitched once again as his eyes went cold. Still, the smile remained plastered on his face as he responded, "Mr. Clarke, it's not necessary to be so harsh, right? No matter what mistakes Wesley has made, there's no need to humiliate him in public."

"That's not right, there's no such thing. If I didn't have the money and power that I have today, I know for sure that Wesley would be pressing my head to the ground and forcing me to kowtow to him at this very moment.

"Do the poor deserve to be bullied?

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

"Who gave you guys this right? The other rich people?

"Alright, then. Today, I, Philip Clarke, am a lot richer than you, so you must kneel down and apologize to me right now!"

Every word that Philip said in this one, long breath hit everyone straight in the heart.

Many of the people present right then were just average Joes. They had encountered unfortunate situations where they were bullied by the rich at least once in their life.

They never dared to fight back when they got trampled and humiliated by the rich.

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

"That's right! Brother Phil, you're right! Come on, kneel down and apologize now!"

"D*mn! I've never liked this idiot, Wesley. He's always bullying us security guards all day. Does he think that we're his dogs that he can just boss around? F*ck him, he deserves to have a taste of his own medicine!"

"Kneel down! Hurry up and kneel down!"

All of a sudden, the crowd was outraged.

Everyone was pointing at Wesley, which only made him even more terrified.

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

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

Clearly, Samuel spoiled his son very much.

He would never let his son kneel before so many people to kowtow and apologize to someone else.

Philip laughed gently. "Well, I can't wait to replace out who are these people you speak about that I can't provoke."