Chapter 2076
The First Heir
The tellers and security personnel around the door could not help but sneer when they heard the
contents of Philipâs phone conversation. They looked at each other and mocked, âWow, this kid is really
good at acting!â
âHe even gave Mr. George Thomas a call. Thatâs the butler of the Clarke family. Mr. Thomas is
responsible for our neighborhood. Heâs really good at selecting people.â
âWhy didnât he call Patriarch Clarke instead? That would be awesome!â
The security officer next to the manager said, âManager, donât waste time with this kid. I say call the
police and notify the Clarke family. Heâs obviously a servant who ran away from the Clarke family. Now
that we have so many people here, he canât escape anyway. What do you think?â
âManager?â
The security officer asked repeatedly but found the manager motionless. His face was grim.
George was the person in charge of this area, and he had Georgeâs number. Just now, he clearly saw
that the number that Philip dialed. It was none other than Georgeâs number!
This kid was not lying!
Three seconds.
The phone on the managerâs desk rang immediately. The caller ID indicated the International Banking
Alliance.
The managerâs face was pale with no trace of blood. He looked back at Philip in shock, but Philip paid
no heed to him and was comforting Wynn instead.
The manager picked up the phone hesitantly and said in a trembling voice, âPresident!â
On the other end, a thunderous voice could be heard cursing. âUseless piece of crap! Trash! You son of
a b*tch, how dare you mess with the Clarke family? Are you crazy?â
Boom!
A thunderbolt exploded in the managerâs head. His legs went weak as he sat on the floor. The receiver
fell to the side, swinging back and forth on the phone line.
The security guard next to him was taken aback and quickly supported the manager. He said in
bewilderment, âManager, whatâs wrong with you?â
The manager just sat on the floor, shivering all over. He paid him no heed.
Over the phone, the curses did not stop and the voice got even louder. âHello? Idiot, are you playing
dead? Talk to me!â
The manager trembled and reached for the receiver. His hand was shaking uncontrollably like he had
Parkinsonâs. He almost dropped the phone.
âH-Hello, President, Iâm here!â
The president roared over the phone, âYou fool! Whatâs wrong with your head? How dare you detain
someone from the Clarke family? Mr. George called me just now and suspended me directly! Iâm in
deep sh*t because of you!â
That voice was furious and indignant. The presidentâs anger could be felt over the phone. It sounded as
if he could not wait to fly over and kill the manager right away.
âIâm telling you, go and apologize to Young Master Clarke immediately! Even if you break your head,
you have to solve this matter for me! If this matter doesnât end well and I lose my position, Iâll definitely
find someone to take your wretched life!â
Click! The call ended.
The manager sat dumbfounded on the spot. His body was still there but his soul had fled away in
hiding. He became like a walking zombie.
The security officer next to him was still asking, âManager, how about it? Should we notify the Clarke
family to deal with this matter?â
The manager was in a daze, but when he heard this, a surge of strength popped tip from nowhere. He
stood up and smacked the security officer in the face fiercely.
âYou idiot! How dare you treat the honored guest of the Clarke family like this?â