The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 103

The air in the bar right now was eerily cold and heavy. All of a sudden! One of Nino’s lackeys ran over to his boss and whispered into Nino’s ear,

“Master Nino, Mr. Thomas’ secretary, Mr. Thane is here. He says he needs to meet you urgently.” “Mr. Thane?” Nino immediately leaped to his feet, beside himself with excitement. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go greet Mr. Thane!” His lackeys opened a path in front of him. Nino was clearly exhilarated. After all, that was the Mr. Julian Thane, chief secretary to the richest man in the city, George Thomas. It was quite the honor to have him here on Nino’s turf! There was a saying in Riverdale. Where Mr. Thane went, there went George Thomas’s will. However… Before Nino could approach Julian, the latter had already walked into the bar with the young blonde-haired, blue-eyed secretary in tow. Who would dare stand in his way? “Oh my, Mr. Thane! It’s been such a long time, how rare to see you here! What winds of fortune blew you here today? I’m quite honored.” Nino instantly toadied up to Julian, his manner respectful, his back bent and his head lowered. He offered Julian a handshake, his smile as flattering as he could make it. Nevertheless, Julian only gave Nino a cool and distant glance.

in everything. That was why… Julian did not even shake Nino’s outstretched hand, walking right past him and into

but he maintained the beaming smile on his face. However... What happened next wiped the grin off Nino’s face. It left him standing there in shock, unable to formulate a single word! “Sorry I’m late, Young Master.” Julian walked briskly up to Philip and then gave him a respectful ninety-degree

bowing to that pathetic waste of space and calling him “Young Master”? Nino’s face was spasming, and

understood what was happening here. This was bad. They offended someone they should not have. “Give him two hundred thousand,” Philip said calmly, pointing at Dick who

waved his hand and the young blonde secretary next to him immediately opened up the suitcase she was carrying with her. It was filled to the brim with money! She took out twenty stacks of notes and tossed them onto the coffee table. Dick was in a right tizzy now. His knees felt weak, and he hurriedly said, his expression sheepish, “No, no, no, it’s quite alright.” As if he dared to accept that two hundred thousand! That would mean signing his own death warrant! Philip ignored him, fixing his gaze on Nino instead. He said calmly, “What do you think I’ll do to you, Nino Gil?” Nino was a gang leader, after all. He had spent so many years in the underworld, so of course he had his own connections and resources. Naturally, he was not going to fall to his knees and lick the ground Philip stood on just because Julian Thane called him “Young Master”. Instead, he just chuckled, his attitude far less condescending than it had been earlier. With an air of coolness, he said, “Young Master Clarke, it was my bad for offending you earlier. I sincerely apologize for that. Shall we let bygones be bygones, then?” Nino was not feeling particularly pleased right now. All these years, he had never bent his head to anyone like this. Still, that was Julian Thane. He