The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 735

“Young Master Hane, that’s Philip Clarke. He’s the one who beat your brother up. It just so happens that he’s also in attendance for tonight’s party.

As long as he’s around, it’ll be difficult for our cooperation to proceed.” Francis nodded silently, already shifting his gaze from Wynn's graceful back to the smiling Philip. That was the man? He was the person who beat his brother up violently in public? He truly wondered if he should hate him or thank him instead. Otherwise, he would not have the opportunity to walk into the power center of the Hane family and formally compete with Kenneth Hane for the lead position. No one knew Francis’ thoughts at this moment, but in the outsiders’ eyes, Francis Hane, who had always been calm and majestic, was actually showing a faint sneer. The female companion next to Juan kept looking at Francis' eyes, obviously smitten by him! Juan also gave the woman a silent look. The woman stepped forward, took Francis' arm, and said coyly, “Young Master Hane, for the sake of our cooperation, you have to fix that brat! He’s arrogant and even

chill on his face. “He said, if anyone from the Hane family ever steps into Riverdale, he’ll break… Break their legs…” The woman next to Juan was really devious and played her cards well. Those were absolutely false accusations. Francis took a sip of red wine again and said nonchalantly, “Threatening the Hane family? It’s the first time I’ve heard of it. Interesting…” A useless kept man? Hehe. How audacious! Francis was filled with cold contempt. In his eyes, a wretch like Philip was already a dead man. Juan looked at Francis nervously. His purpose tonight was very simple—To make

taunting look flashed in his eyes. Cynthia Larson walked elegantly toward Philip with a sour face. “I didn’t expect to see her here. It’s really interesting.” Having said that, Francis put aside his wine glass and walked directly toward Philip. Just at this moment, Cynthia was standing beside Philip. When she looked up, she saw Francis. She sneered, “I didn’t expect to meet an acquaintance here. Philip, don’t blame me for not reminding you, but you’re in trouble now.” Philip was sipping the red wine with high spirits and asked, “Who? What trouble?” “The second young master