Chapter 2501
The First Heir
âI look forward to it.â
Philip smiled mildly before he looked at Hans and said, âYou know what to do.â
Hans grinned broadly. Showing his white teeth, he said, âPhilip, donât worry. Iâm the best at torturing
people. Iâll be sure to make this guy realize his mistake and repent.â
Philip nodded and walked to the private exhibition hall at the back of the venue with Fennel and the
others. Steven also followed behind them. Before leaving, he looked at the miserable Warwick and
shook his head helplessly.
All this happened because Warwick was too arrogant.
Steven caught up to Philip and said with a smile, âMr. Clarke, we can still talk about the cooperation
between us?â
Philip turned to Steven and said, âWe can, but I have other important things to do now. If you really
want to talk about cooperation, look for me tomorrow.â
Upon hearing this, Steven said with a smile, âMr. Clarke, are you here for your sister?â
Philip was just about to walk away when he heard Stevenâs words and stopped. With doubt and
coldness in the corners of his eyes, he stared at Steven.
At the same time, he glanced at Fennel, trying to find out from him why Steven seemed to know
everything.
Fennel was also helpless and said with a shrug, âThe Smith familyâs intelligence network is indeed very
powerful. Itâs no surprise that they know everything about you. After all, they control nearly half of the
intelligence network in the West.â
Hearing this, Philip frowned slightly. He looked at Steven and asked, âWhat do you know?â
Stevenâs smile, coupled with his typical handsome Western face, was really unfathomable. He tugged
on his suit and said softly, âI know why youâre here tonight, Mr. Clarke. The highlight of the evening is
the underground trade between the nobles and those in power. What I can say for sure is that the
forces behind your sister will definitely be here.â
âWe already know that. If thatâs the information you have, itâs not very useful to me,â Philip replied
coldly.
He could not help but feel that Steven could not be trusted and had ulterior motives. After all, Western
aristocrats engaged in the intelligence profession could not be trusted wholeheartedly.
Steven smiled and said, âIf I say that I have information about your sister, Hannah Clarke, how much do
you think itâll be worth?â
Philip frowned, and his eyes burst with chills. He said, âSteven, you should know my identity. Are you
bargaining with me?â
âOh no, Mr. Clarke. Youâve misunderstood. This is just the custom of our Smith family. If you want to get
information from me, you must pay the price, of course. Moreover, this is something you need urgently,
isnât that right?â
Stevenâs handsome face carried a hint of a sure victory.