The First Heir

Wynn was shocked somewhat out of her wits.
Why would they call Philip... Mr. Clarke?
Wait!
This man... This man was the owner of Virtuous Court, Javier Morris!
He had personally attended Wynn’s father’s birthday party last time, bringing with him good wine and even a platinum
membership card!
Besides, Wynn clearly remembered that he had mentioned Mr. Clarke last time too.
Back then, everyone was looking down on Philip, so naturally they would never associate that name with him. Only Wynn paid a
little extra attention to that, though soon she too forgot about that as well.
Now, though... Right here and now...
Javier had approached them once again. This time, he was respectfully calling her husband Mr. Clarke!
No matter how ignorant Wynn might be, by now she would have started to piece some things together.
So that night, Javier had given her father that gift in Philip’s stead, huh?
It went without saying that Philip noticed the gears turning in Wynn’s head.
Crap. She must be onto something now.
That was why he gave Javier a cold glare. Just one look was enough to scare Javier speechless.
What the heck? Did I end up offending Mr. Clarke?
Javier was so terrified that his legs shook.
Ignoring Aiden, who was still yelling his head off, Philip walked up to a clearly disorientated Wynn. She even took a few steps
back, retreating away from him in alarm.
“Wynn, I’ll answer any questions you might have later, okay? For now, could you wait for me outside?”

Wynn frowned her beautiful brows, looking at Philip in confusion. She then glanced at Aiden and Javier, finally nodding without a
word and stumbling out of the lobby, still somewhat dazed.
Before she left, she turned around once to look at Philip. He was still wearing that gentle smile she knew so well.
That put her heart somewhat at ease.
No matter what, he was still Philip Clarke.
Philip heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Wynn leave through the door. His mind was running a mile a minute as he wondered
how he should explain this to Wynn and try to pull the wool over her eyes.
Well, if he really could not keep it under wraps anymore, should he consider telling her the truth?
Perhaps he could give her some hints as to his true identity and see how she reacted.
Having settled with that, Philip stopped worrying about it and turned to look at Aiden instead.
The latter began to panic slightly when he saw Javier bring his guards to intervene. The respectful way Javier treated that good-
for-nothing Philip utterly puzzled him as well.
Mr. Clarke?
What kind of a ridiculous joke was this meant to be?
He was just a useless piece of trash, a mere delivery man! What did he do to warrant being called Mr. Clarke?
Had Javier Morris gone mad?!
“What do you mean by this, Mr. Morris?” Aiden did not dare to take liberties with Javier.
Yes, Javier Morris was just the owner of a restaurant, but apparently he had a complicated network of connections supporting
him.
There were even many rumors saying that he was related to an important figure in the province.
That was why his restaurant had branches all across Riverfront Province. It was almost a monopoly!
Javier’s background and resources alone warranted caution from Aiden.

Hence, Aiden treated him relatively politely.
Javier saw Philip frown, and the former immediately straightened up. He approached Aiden head-on and looked at him coldly,
saying, “Mr. Grant, this here is my territory. Could you care to explain why you brought thugs here to start a riot?”
Javier did not want to make an enemy out of Aiden either. Aiden had a rich and powerful father, and offending him would not do
Javier any good.
Aiden chuckled coldly. “Mr. Morris, are you trying to protect that idiot behind you?”
Idiot?
Smack!
Javier simply slapped Aiden across the face!
The slap was so sudden that it left Aiden completely confused. The blood started streaming from his nose once more!
“F*ck! Javier Morris, you’ve f*cking lost your mind!” Aiden roared, hurriedly holding his nose.
All his life, Aiden had never suffered such a beating.
Did they have a grudge against his nose today?
“Shut your mouth! Aiden Grant, I’m warning you. Don’t be rude to Mr. Clarke. If you insist, even your father will have to apologize
to Mr. Clarke when he gets here!” Javier barked, ice in his eyes.
Aiden instantly blew his top. He howled, “Very well, Javier Morris! Let’s see who dares to stop me from getting rid of Philip Clarke
today!”
With a roar, Dan and his men stood off against Javier’s guards.
The tension was palpable, like a fully-inflated balloon poised right on the tip of a needle.
Just then, Philip stood up calmly and called a number. The voice on the other end was George Thomas’s, familiar and polite.
“What can I do for you, Young Master?”
“I’ll give you ten minutes. Take down Splendor Education Group and Aiden Grant’s Stardream Media,” Philip said calmly.

On the other end, George immediately responded, “Yes, sir. I’ll get on it right away.”