Chapter 4
The First Heir
Wilson was now boiling with anger!
That madman blocked the new bossâ Bentley! Was he looking for trouble?
âPhilip Clarke, what are you still standing there for? Get out of the way!â Wilson pointed at Philip and
barked at him.
Philip had only just parked his scooter when he received another round of scolding from Wilson.
âOh no! Philipâs done for this time. Brother Wilâs going to have a fit.â
âTen complaint calls, and this crazy guy still has the guts to come back!â
âThis will cost at least two hundred in deductions, thatâs a dayâs work!â
A few staff were gossiping quietly, and some others were enjoying the show. Among them were some
old staff who used to work for Philip. When they saw the man reduced to the point of having to become
a delivery man just like them, they started becoming more mean toward him. Philip was already used to
it. Just then, Mr. Tanks glanced at Philip coldly. He looked annoyed and asked, âManager Young, is this
your staff?â
Wilson quickly answered heavy sarcasm in his tone, âBoss, you donât come here often, so I forgot to
introduce you. This is Philip Clarke, our companyâs ex-owner. Heâs now just a lowly delivery man here.â
Wilson deliberately emphasized the word âex-ownerâ as he said it with thick mockery. âOh, Philip, youâll
be getting what you deserve thanks to karma, hahaha!â
Mr. Tanksâ expression darkened. He frowned and said, âClear out that good-for-nothing so we can
welcome the new owner.â
He finally remembered Philip, the sad young man who had sold him this company years ago.
Unfortunately, Mr. Tanks had great wits but a short memory, so a man like Philip who was on the lower
level in society never left too much of an impression.
Mr. Tanks then straightened up his suit and moved toward the Bentley with a massive smile.
Upon receiving the order, Wilson immediately assumed authority and pointed cheekily at Philip. âPhilip,
pack your bags and go!â
Philip rolled his eyes and stared at Wilson like an idiot before spitting a single word, âLunaticâ¦â
Everyone present had heard his response, and their expression turned odd.
Wilson immediately flared up. His finger was so close to poking Philipâs nose as he bellowed, âF*ck! Try
saying that again!â
Philip then let out a cold laugh. âAs you wish then, you lunatic! Your whole family is crazy!â
âYouâre a dead man, Philip! You are now fired, and you need to reimburse the company for the losses
you have made!â Wilson said through gritted teeth as he glared at Philip with widened eyes.
âThis man doesnât know his place! He should be reminded that heâs no longer the boss of Gopher
Delivery Services, but heâs so arrogant! Just wait and see how Iâll deal with you later!â
Suddenly, the Bentleyâs door opened, and an elderly man with a walking stick came out with a furious
expression.
âWho dares to fire him?!â The elderly man then walked past Kevin Tanks, who had come to receive him
with a smile on his face, and to everyoneâs surprise, stopped in front of Philip. He straightened up, bent
over slightly, and lowered his head. His actions were fluid, showing great respect. âYoung Master, sorry
I was late,â said the old man.
His voice was not loud, but it sounded like a pin dropping in the silence.
Young Master?
Everyone was stunned!
Had Philip Clarke suddenly become a young master? What was going on?
Kevin Tanks was dumbstruck as the smile on his face stiffened. Wilson instead was so shocked that he
let out a huge laugh. âOld Mister, are you our new owner? You can stop joking around. This Philip is the
lowest level of staff in our company, so you must be mistaken!â
George merely glanced at him coldly, thinking, how could an ordinary fellow like him understand his
young masterâs greatness?
Kevin frowned slightly and jogged over before ardently saying, âPresident Thomas, please donât joke
with us like that. Come, letâs talk inside.â
Kevin Tanks was an entrepreneur, so he could recognize George Thomas. The man was the president
of Apex Group! An overpowering figure in Riverdale City. However, George remained rooted to the
spot, glaring coldly at Kevin and Wilson with a dark expression. âWhoâs joking with you? This is your
companyâs new owner!â
How was that possible?
The new owner was Philip? Wilson did not believe it, and neither could Kevin.
âBrother Will, didnât you just say that you want to fire me?â Philip looked at Wilson, trying not to smile.
âPhilip! Are you asking for trouble? Donât call me Brother Will!â Wilson roared. He hated that nickname.
âYou better scram now and reimburse the companyâs loss! Thatâll be ten thousand!â Wilson smiled
sardonically. âHah! How could Philip be the new owner of the company? With the likes of him? Donât
make me laugh.â
Philip, however, was still staring at Wilson, trying not to laugh.
âWhat are you staring at? Hand out the money now!â Wilson sneered.
âWhatâs wrong with me staring?â Philip smiled.
âYouâre just looking for trouble, arenât you? Iâd just be doing you a favor if I didnât fire you for what you
have just said.â Wilson stood his ground, snickering. He was the companyâs manager, so he naturally
had the authority to fire a staff below him.
âThen, Iâll tell you what, Wilson. Iâm firing you now, so you can beat it,â Philip leaned against his scooter
with his hands stuffed in this pocket as he said nonchalantly.
This Wilson Young was an idiot. He still could not figure things out at this point, but Kevin Tanks, who
had been standing on the side, had finally come to a realization!
âShit! Philip is the companyâs new owner!â
At this thought, cold sweat started to form on Kevinâs forehead as he looked away, reluctant to face this
scene. He wanted to strangle Wilson.
âWhat did you say? You fire me?â Wilson laughed with a twisted expression.
âDid this Philip hit his head somewhere to be able to spout such nonsense?â
At that moment, George, who had been standing beside Philip, shot Wilson a cold glance. âIf our young
master says to fire you, youâre fired!â
Georgeâs expression was dark, to think that someone would have the audacity to humiliate their young
master, what a fool!
Wilson then realized that his new boss was standing right in front of him. But before he could react,
Kevin had thrown a tight slap across his face and roared, âWilson Young, get lost this instant! Youâre
fired!â
This Wilson Young was an idiot! Kevin wondered how he had believed this man and had even
promoted him to a manager position in the first place.
âBoss, what do you mean by this?â Wilson held a hand to his cheek, staring at Kevin in disbelief.
âWhat I mean is that Philip Clarke is the new owner, and since he says youâre fired, youâre fired!â
Everyone was stunned at Kevinâs words!
Wilsonâs whole body was trembling as he shouted, âImpossible! Heâs already bankrupt, so how could a
broke man like him be the new owner?â
Kevin frowned, âHeâs not as simple as you think he is!â
Wilson turned to look at Philip, his expression faltering. He finally realized that the old man standing in
front of Philip was President Thomas of Apex Group! A rich man worth billions and the wealthiest man
of Riverdale City!. And if he addressed Philip as his young master, thenâ¦
âWilson Young, from now onwards, youâre fired. Beat it!â Philip straightened himself up.
After he spoke, Wilson stood rooted to his spot, dumbstruck.
âWerenât you just enjoying yourself scolding me earlier? You were even trying to fire me. But, too bad
for you, Iâm the new owner here. If I want you gone, youâre gone!â
There was a loud thud. Wilson fell to his knees and clung onto Philipâs leg. âMr. Clarke, I was too blind
to recognize you for who you were. I was too full of myself. Please donât fire me. Seeing that we used
to be colleagues, please let me stay in the company. Iâm willing even to make deliveries!â
Philip snorted. âNow you know that youâre at fault. But, would you have forgiven me if this didnât
happen? Your wrongdoings will only bring about self-destruction!â Philip had pushed Wilson over a cliff
with just a few words. After that, he turned to look at the companyâs staff and said, âI know that a lot of
you had looked down on me when I was in my darkest moments, but thatâs okay. From today on, all of
your salaries will be doubled!â
In an instant, the staff all went into an uproar! Double pay!
âMr. Clarke is awesome!â
âI love you, Mr. Clarke!â
Philip then looked at a beautiful woman standing at the back of the crowd and announced, âOne more
thing, Wilsonâs manager position will be replaced by Miss Agnes Summer.â
Swish!
The crowd turned their heads back to look at Agnes, a woman dressed in a black uniform skirt set that
accentuated her perfect figure.
Agnes stared at Philip in surprise, unable to catch her breath until Philip was about to leave. Seeing as
he was about to disappear into the Bentley, a peculiar emotion sparked in her eyes. Agnes ran to the
car and stopped right in front of the car window, her chest almost falling out. She pursed her lips then
said, âPhilip⦠No, Mr. Clarke, are you promoting me to become a manager?â
Philipâs eyes indistinctly stole a glance at Agnesâ fair bosom, then he smiled and asked, âSister Agnes,
whatâs wrong? Donât you believe in your abilities?â
This woman, Agnes Summer, was sensible, had a great figure, and was beautiful. She had been
working under Philip before this, so promoting her now was not unexpected. This was the privilege of
being the boss.
âI⦠Iâm just afraid I might not be good enough,â Agnes sounded conflicted.
She had never imagined that Philip would become the new owner so suddenly. Although he was
already the owner before this, the company was tiny, with only a few staff. The companyâs turnover had
now exceeded five million every year! That must mean that Philip had spent billions on buying over the
company today!
âRelax, Sister Agnes, take your time to get used to things, and donât worry,â Philip smiled, and that
served as a tranquilizer for Agnes.
As she watched Philip leave in the Bentley, Agnes pursed her red lips as she pondered.
âJust who exactly is he? Why did he have to act poor if he was so rich in the first place?â
Inside the Bentley.
âYoung Master, there is an investment project tomorrow, and you have to meet the other companyâs
boss,â A smile appeared on Georgeâs wrinkled face.
âIâm not going,â answered Philip crisply. He did not want to care about any of this.
âI was forced to inherit the family wealth, so donât even think about asking me to go anywhere!â
âThen, Young Master, please return that hundred thousand to me,â said George calmly.
Philipâs eyes widened in shock before finally answering, albeit reluctantly, âFine, fine, fine! Iâll go, okay?â
âTo think that the heir of a wealthy family like me has to bend over backward for a hundred thousand!
How sad! Sigh!â
âAlright, Young Master. I will come and pick you up tomorrow,â George smiled.
As soon as he got out of the car, Philip heard a puzzled voice. âPhilip? Why are you here?â
Philip subconsciously turned to see Wynn with a confused expression as she stared at him with an odd
gaze. Philip panicked internally. âOh no! Wynn is going to find out about my identity!â