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?

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asked. “The hotel group you invested in? The one worth 20 billion in the market, right? What about it?” “That Mr. Clarke, he bought all its shares. All 20 billion of it!” ‘He bought it? ‘20 billion!’ Johann’s frown 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 I think Wesley might have had a conflict with him.” “Then why the f*ck haven’t you gone over to take a look? Apologize if it’s required, compensate if you must. Does someone of

Arc de Triumph Hotel. At the same time, Wesley stood before Philip and his group with a face full of mockery. “As long as you prostrate before me and I hear a ‘Master Wesley’ coming from your mouth, I’ll let you go. 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

snorted. “You can’t possibly think that this is some dumb f*cking novel plot where my father comes and begs you for forgiveness, can

Right then, the doors to the hotel opened. Outside, a Mercedes-Benz was parking. Out the car slowly jogged a middle-aged man. Clad in a black shirt and white slacks, the man

his forehead. “Dad! Why’re you

Philip and spoke with a slouch and an apologetic smile, “My apologies for the tardiness,