Chapter 76
The First Heir
Wesley Warren flushed a deep red!
He had been humiliated!
âHow dare this piece of trash say such things?
âHow dare he threaten to throw me and dad out of Arc de Triumph?!
âWhere did this idiot get his bravery from?
âFish Leong?
âThis was preposterous!â
âSo Philip Clarke, does this mean that as long as Iâm not thrown out of Arc de Triumph by the end of
today, Iâll hear a âMaster Wesleyâ from your mouth as you kneel before me?â Wesley was pissed. The
corners of his lips lifted into a sneer as he spoke.
Perhaps, all that Philip had left was his ability to bluff.
âSlim chance. Hardly probable.â
Philip did not want to entertain Wesley either, considering his goal here was to have dinner. He never
planned to stir trouble, but the other had done nothing but humiliate him the entire time. To turn a blind
eye would be a disgrace to his identity as the heir to his familyâs fortune!
âSo Wesley Warren wants to be arrogant?
âSo he thinks he holds the higher ground?
âVery well. Then I shall take away your status and everything you own!â
Right then, Zayn returned after the call with a sour expression. âMaster Clarke, Iâm afraid that there has
yet to be any confirming replies on my behalf. Soâ¦â
The implications were clearââI have yet to receive any news, so I am unable to affirm your document
for the transfer of shares.â
Wesley burst into laughter, his expression sarcastic and unkind. âYou hear that? Still f*cking posing are
you? You have my respect. Why Wynn would choose a good-for-nothing like you is out of my
comprehensive abilities!â
âHilarious, f*cking hilarious!
âHis lie has been seen through, and here he is still calm and unnerved.â
Philip did not say much. He merely opted to reply nonchalantly, âGive it a moment. I believe the man
you called is his dad, Samuel Warren? I do suppose he wouldnât have much of a say at the shareholder
meeting with his two percent stocks. So it makes sense that his father doesnât know of it yet. It should
be any moment now, though.â
Philip was right.
This transfer of shares was an unanimous agreement made by all major shareholders.
Minor shareholders had no say at all.
As a result, Samuel Warren had yet to receive a notice.
Though it would not be too long before he would.
With that said, there was nothing more Philip could do, and so he began to chat with his colleagues.
âQuite the poser you are, Philip Clarke. My dad has no right, you say? Youâre hilarious. Who do you
think you are? The amazing Jack Ma? Or do you think youâre Warren Buffett? Youâre nothing but dog
sh*t! Purchasing Arc de Triumph? Do you even have 20 billion? F*cking idiot!â Wesley chuckled coldly
at Philip.
Philip merely shrugged in response. âWhat difference are you to that of a frog at the bottom of the well?
There is more to the world than either of us know, and I would greatly appreciate it if you would be so
kind to stop judging me with the limited knowledge you have. You cannot possibly have an idea about
how much money I have, for not even I myself know the exact amount. However, it is likely that the
people youâve mentioned, Jack Ma and Warren Buffet, do not have as much as I do.â
F*ck!
Every word that came out from his mouth was pure bullsh*t!
Did he think he was Takumi Fujiwara from Initial D?
What ostentatious bullsh*t!
Though, Philip Clarke was not wrong.
Even with the total net worth of all the nouveau riche on Forbes, it might still not amount to half the
money his family had.
Over 70% of the worldâs riches belonged to his family.
Who could possibly be richer than him?
It was just that Philip personally did not wish to take over his family business.
âFine, fine. Iâll just watch how the f*ck you plan to lie your way out of this!â Wesley was infuriated.
âHow dare you, Philip Clarke.
âAs competitors back in university, I lost. Wynn Johnston married you.
âNow that Iâm the manager of Arc de Triumph, thereâs no way I canât tower over you with my status and
social standing!
âYouâre not the only one who knows how to look pretentious!â
Wesley was enraged at that moment, the raging fire in his heart burning mercilessly.
Alas, he knew nothing of Philipâs past, nor of the power he held.
At the same time, in one of Riverdaleâs five-star hotels.
Samuel Warren laid comfortably on the goose-feather bed. Held lovingly in his arms was his newest
female secretary.
Samuelâs phone rang. The caller ID showed that it was from Arc de Triumphâs general finance
manager!
No longer paying the woman in his arms any attention, Samuel picked up the call. âHello, Mr. Zach?
Has something occurred? An issue so major that youâre calling so late at night?â
âMr. Warren. Iâm here with a notice. Arc de Triumph has changed its major shareholder. All shares have
been transferred to a Mr. Clark, Mr. Philip Clarke. Weâve cashed your percentage into your bank
accounts, amounting to 300 million. We wish for your kind understanding.â