Chapter 6
The First Heir
Philip casually made a call to George Thomas. âGeorge, help me check for the latest projects that
Wynn Johnston is handling within Beacon Pharmaceutical. Is there a million-dollar order? Let me know
who is the client and the person in charge.â
From the other end came Georgeâs respectful voice, saying, âYoung Master, Beacon Pharmaceutical is
one of the companies that the Clarke family invests in. Iâll get President Hall of Beacon to visit you
personally.â
âHuh? Beacon Pharmaceutical is actually one of the companies our family invests in? My dad is too
awesome!â Philip suddenly regretted not inheriting the family business earlier.
âNo need to. Investigate quickly and have the client smoothen the whole process so that they wonât
give Wynn a hard time,â said Philip calmly.
âYoung Master, I recommend you to just buy over that clientâs company. You donât lack the money,â
George suggested.
âWhat the f*ck! Buy over? As expected of a butler from a wealthy family. Oh George, old man, do you
really talk this big now? Itâs called being low profile, do you understand? If I wanted to buy it, would I
have waited until now?â Philip answered indignantly.
âAlright, Young Master. Please give me ten minutes,â George said sheepishly.
As soon as he hung up, George immediately got his secretary to contact Beacon Pharmaceuticalâs
chairman, Derrick Hall.
When Derrick received the call from Georgeâs secretary, he was trembling with excitement. âPresident
Thomas, do you need me for something?â
It was a call from the richest man in Riverdale City! The chairman of Apex Group! Countless people
wished to have a meal with him.
âPresident Hall, itâs not me who wants something from you, but my young master,â Georgeâs voice
sounded calm through the phone, but his tone was forbidding.
He was, after all, the richest man in Riverdale City! He had to sound respectful in front of the young
master, but toward other people, he was the boss! And a boss naturally needed to behave like one.
âYoung⦠Young Master?â Derrick was currently sitting inside the presidentâs office of Beacon Tower,
stunned as he started to break out in cold sweat.
President Thomasâ young master! The richest man in the city still had a young master! That was just
too scary!
âThen, what would the young lord like from me?â Derrick asked carefully, terrified of enraging George if
he was not cautious enough.
âThereâs a Wynn Johnston in your company. Who is the client she has been in contact with lately?â
asked George.
Derrick knew Wynn Johnston. She was the deputy manager of the marketing department, a strong
woman, and he had had his eyes on her for a long time now. But sadly, she was married, although it
did not matter. Derrick immediately jogged over to the marketing department with his head drenched in
sweat. When the staff of the Beacon Pharmaceutical marketing department saw Derrick, they all kept
quiet.
âWhere is Deputy Manager Johnston?â asked Derrick.
âShe went out for a business discussion,â a staff member answered.
âWho is the client?â asked Derrick.
âManager Maury Warren of Victory Pharmaceutical,â the staff member answered.
Derrick brought the phone back up, turned around, and respectfully reported, âPresident Thomas, itâs
Maury Warren from Victory Pharmaceutical.â
âAlright, got it,â George directly hung up after that.
Next up, George used his own authority to give Victory Pharmaceutical a warning. He had served as a
butler for so many years now, he could naturally figure out what his young master was thinking. This
Maury Warren from Victory Pharmaceutical must have offended the young master.
Six minutes later, Philip who was making his way to the hospital received a call from George. âYoung
Master, everything has been taken care of.â
âOkay. Donât tell Wynn about this, and shut everyone else up. I donât want to hear even a peep about
it,â said Philip.
âUnderstood, Young Master. Low profileâ¦â George chuckled.
After hanging up, Philip looked at the hospital building in front of him and smiled bitterly. âOh, Wynn,
you keep saying that I canât help you. Iâm telling you now that I can assist you with simply one
sentence. If you ever found out one day that Iâve been supporting you, how would you react?â
***
Moving back to the Western restaurant on the sixth floor of Hilton Hotel. Maury Warren had had too
much to drink and now his hands were starting to misbehave.
âDeputy Manager Johnston, you just keep eating but you wonât touch your wine. Are you looking down
on me?â Maury put on a long face, his voice sounding dark.
Wynn flashed an apologetic smile and explained, âManager Warren, youâre mistaken. Iâm just unwell
these few days, so I canât drink alcohol.â This shitty fatso keeps trying to touch me, heâs so irritating!
âHmph! Since youâve put it that way, I donât think thereâs anything for us to talk about anymore.â Maury
snorted before threatening Wynn. âDeputy Manager Johnston, you should know that not only Beacon is
trying to cooperate with us. There are a lot of people begging to see me.â
At his words, Wynn frowned and looked hesitantly at the red wine on the table. âAlright then, Iâll just
have one glass,â said Wynn. She took the bottle of red wine and poured herself a glass.
Maury was all smiles as he looked at Wynn. This woman was so endearing under the dim lights.
Wynn drank the whole glass at one go. âManager Warren, will this do? Letâs talk about our
collaborationâ¦â
âDeputy Manager Johnston, donât be in such a rush. Why donât we talk about this slowly upstairs?â
Maury Warren revealed his real agenda for the night. Soon after he spoke, he put his hand onto
Wynnâs thigh and wanted to go further in!
Slap!
Wynn had stood up directly and gave the man a furious slap. âManager Warren, thatâs enough!â
âYou b*tch, how dare you slap me!â Maury glowered furiously and stood up. He lifted an arm and was
about to slap Wynn whenâ¦
Ring ring ring!
The sound of a caller tone interrupted him. He grabbed his phone as he watched Wynn leave, roaring
into his phone, âWhoâs this?!â
âMaury Warren! Is that how you should be speaking to me?â On the other end came a similarly enraged
roar.
âPresident Lewis, Iâm sorry, so sorry. A few promoters kept calling me just now. What do you want with
me?â Maury immediately sounded like an obedient little kid.
This man, President Lewis, was the chairman of Victory Pharmaceuticals, his boss! What was he
calling him for? Although the man had now ruined his plans, Maury did not dare to complain.
âYouâre asking me? Did you deliberately try to trouble Deputy Manager Johnston on our collaboration?â
President Lewis asked, sounding exasperated.
Just one moment ago, he had received a call from the wealthiest man in Riverdale City, George
Thomas. The manâs words were filled with provocation. Damn it, this Maury Warren! He had the
audacity to offend such a prominent figure! Was he looking for trouble?
âPresident Lewis, how do you know about this?â Maury was stunned.
Could Wynn have told on him?
But, she was only a mere deputy manager of the marketing department, it was impossible for her to be
in contact with President Lewis.
âYouâre even asking me this? Are you trying to get yourself fired?â President Lewis flew into a fit of rage
and roared, âOur collaboration with Beacon is approved! And you better apologize to Deputy Manager
Johnston immediately, in person! Without her forgiveness, donât even think about coming back to the
company. You can just scram!â
Thud!
The call was ended and Maury Warren was flabbergasted! He could tell that President Lewis was really
furious.
Without another word, he dashed out to chase after Wynn. âDeputy Manager Johnston, please wait!â
Maury was now behaving like an obedient child, lowering his head, bending over slightly with his hands
held together to show his apology. âDeputy Manager Johnston, Iâm so sorry, I was muddled earlier. Iâll
sign our collaboration agreement immediately. I hope Deputy Manager Johnston can forgive me for
being blinded by desire.â
Wynn was stunned. She stared at Maury in shock and confusion. âManager Warren, do you mean it?â
This was the order she had been working on for a whole month. A hundred thousand! Her commission
alone was worth tens of thousands! They could finally pay Milaâs treatment fees.
In just ten minutes, Maury and Wynn signed the agreement. Everything happened so fast that Wynn
still could not regain her senses.
âPresident Warren, you mentioned that your chairman has approved of this personally, right?â Wynn
asked, feeling confused.
Maury had been giving her a flattering smile the whole time. âYes, Deputy Manager Johnston. You
should have told me that you were an acquaintance of President Lewis. We almost had a
misunderstanding.â
Wynn nodded, still puzzled.
How could she be acquainted with President Lewis of Victory Pharmaceutical?
That must mean someone had helped her! Could it be Juan Parker? She had mentioned this to him in
the morning.
âI must ask him!â thought Wynn.
She subconsciously compared Philip and Juan in her mind and the contempt for Philip grew. Her
husband was just too useless! On the other hand, Philip was still not aware that after helping Wynn
with her problem, the latter had misunderstood and thought that his rival, Juan, had helped her instead.
If he found out about this, he might just vomit blood.
***
The next day in the afternoon, Philip got into a Bentley after leaving the hospital. He had made an
appointment to meet someone with George today.
After Philip left in the car, a girl who was standing a little too far away mumbled suspiciously, âWhy does
that back profile look like Philipâ¦â
Lynn Johnston was here at the hospital today to visit her cousinâs daughter. She had been unwilling to
come, but her parents said that it was rude of her not to visit a Johnston family member. However, upon
reaching the hospital entrance, Lynn happened to witness Philip getting into the car. But, she assumed
that her worthless cousin brother-in-law could never afford a luxurious car like a Bentley, so Lynn never
gave it another thought and went into the hospitalâs inpatient department.
Inside the moving Bentley, Philip asked lazily, âGeorge, who are we meeting today? Are they
troublesome?â
George answered respectfully, âYoung Master, it wonât be troublesome. Heâs a collector in our country,
considered a friend of mine.â
âWhy am I meeting your friend then?â Philip asked, instead. âGood old George, is this a reenactment of
the broke back mountain? Youâre already at this age, and youâre still getting involved in things like
this?â
George was all smiles. âYoung Master, this is only a small business worth a billion. You need to learn
from experience so you can inherit the family fortune as soon as possible.â
This answer made Philip look up at George.
A business worth a billion was a small business?
He held back the urge to roast him and said, âGeorge, do you know how the cow died?â
Oh no, after not meeting for seven years, this old thing was getting more and more pretentious. As the
heir of an elite family, Philip had the misconception of being frightened.