The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

The First Heir – Chapter 1617

A small character like him was not worthy of his attention.

The few security guards immediately turned around, looked at Philip coldly, and said, “Dude, excuse me, but you need to leave.”

These people were new recruits and naturally did not know Philip.

Philip looked calm and did not say anything. He merely took out his phone and dialed Agnes’ number.

At this moment, Agnes was discussing business with a few investors inside the conference room.

Suddenly, her assistant hurriedly ran in while holding a phone in her hand, saying, “Miss Summer, your phone is ringing!”

Agnes’ face went cold as she turned her head to the assistant. She reprimanded, “Can’t you see I’m in a meeting? What phone call? Just reject it.”

Agnes was a strong career woman with a clear distinction between public and private affairs. She would never answer personal calls during working hours.

The female assistant was at a loss and said, “Miss Summer, you have to answer this call. You told me before that as long as this number is calling, it must be handed to you no matter what.”

Agnes’ expression trembled as soon as she heard this. She ran over and snatched the phone. The caller ID showed that it was Philip Clarke!

answered the phone excitedly, smiling and saying respectfully, “Philip,

smiled lightly and said, “Agnes, it’s

I’m not Where are you? I’ll go and meet you,” Agnes said with

lobby of the

the phone and smiled apologetically to the investors there. “Excuse me, I have to go see

a bit startled at this moment. They had never seen Agnes lose her composure like this before. Was she leaving

woman in Riverdale who only thought

was the person she wanted to meet? Who could demand such

the phone and their expressions darkened as they shouted, “Young man, that’s enough. Are you calling our Miss Summer? Wow, you can really act

said, “I don’t want to cause trouble. You’d better not do anything to me. Otherwise,

You’re pretty

him. Hurry up and kick him out. Otherwise, if Mr. Lyon blames us, none of us

several security guards walked toward Philip with

they were about to make a move on Philip, a delicate shout sounded from behind, “Stop

watching, a woman wearing a white blouse, a red hip -hugging skirt, and high heels briskly walked

and her poise was elegant. There was a trace of

what

guards panicked when they saw her and quickly stepped aside as they