The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 78

“Samuel Warren! Don’t just call me when you feel like it and make me clean up after you! This is a difficult time right now. You could put me in danger for this!” From the other end of the line was the voice of a pissed and irked man. Samuel was far from angry and replied in a flattering tone, “Johann, my brother! Something came up, you see. I can only turn to you, Brother.”

Johann Sullivan was Samuel’s source of power in Riverdale. It was thanks to Johann that he was where he was today. As a result, he had paid a considerable amount of respect in return. It was just that Johann had specified not to contact him unless something great occurred. Johann begrudgingly left his bed and wore his presbyopic glasses. “What happened?” Samuel was not a horrible person. He knew the rules, so something big must have happened for him to call him this late at night.

“Something’s happened to the company, Johann. There’s a young man by the name of Philip Clarke who wants to buy our company. He says he’ll make us go bankrupt if we refuse to sell,” Samuel said worriedly. “Samuel Warren! Is this what you’re calling me so late for? What the f*ck? Did you drink yourself into oblivion or are you sleeping with too many women? It’s such a small issue and you find the need to report it to me? Deal with it yourself!” Johann was enraged. ‘What the hell is up with Samuel? ‘Is he growing old or is he just growing stupid? ‘What Philip Clarke?

was quick to reply, “No,

deepened as he understood the gravity of the matter. “Why does he want to buy your company, then? Did you offend him?” Johann had an immediate idea. ‘The other party wants to buy Samuel’s companies, threatening bankruptcy too if he isn’t willing to sell. They must have enmity between them.’ Samuel muttered, “I don’t know yet. But

if you wish to continue your stubbornness, then I’m sorry, I don’t have the time to waste on you!” Wesley was irked for he still had to meet the secret millionaire behind the 100 BMW motorcycles parked outside. ‘Who has the time to waste on this f*cking idiot?’ Yet Philip watched him with an expression of serenity. “What’s the rush? Your dad should be on his way over.” “My dad? What kind of f*cking joke is this? Why would my dad come here for you? What, are you gonna tell me next that my dad’s

f*cking novel plot where my father comes and begs

was parking. Out the car slowly jogged a middle-aged man. Clad in a black shirt and white slacks, the man wore gold-rimmed glasses and clutched a briefcase next to his muffin top body.

over his forehead. “Dad! Why’re

apologies for the tardiness, Mr. Clarke.” Wesley, Zayn, and everyone else were shocked at the scene before them. This was Samuel Warren, the chairman of Arc de Triumph’s Riverdale branch! To think he would bend his back for a young man