The First Heir

Michael’s eyes twitched. The two of them were flirting with each other in front of him. They were not respecting him at all!
Damn it!
How dare they look down on him?
Michale was furious. He pointed at Philip and shouted, “Kid, don’t blame me for being vicious. You asked for all of these! Go!
Cripple him and take that woman away!”
More than ten of Michael’s thugs approached Philip while smirking.
Could one man defeat more than ten of them?
He overestimated his ability.
A few people in the crowd were shaking their heads and sighing helplessly.
That was it. That kid was done for.
That was Michael Moseby. He was well-known for being cruel. Whenever someone crossed him, it would be as if they had
crossed a mad dog. He would target you your entire life.
However, Philip was calm in dealing with this. He took out his phone slowly and dialed a number. Then, he said coldly, “Jim,
when are you getting here? I’m being blocked by your manager at your restaurant.”
At the same time, a middle-aged man in a black suit was running to the entrance of the restaurant after he got out of his Land
Rover. He said frantically, “Young Master, I’ll be there in a second. I’m at the entrance now.”
Slam! Philip hung up the phone.
Jim Winger’s back was drenched in sweat and so was his forehead.
20 minutes ago, he got Philip’s call. He told him to come to the restaurant to stop a woman named Wynn Johnston. However, he
was hindered by the traffic jam.
Now, the young master was being blocked by his manager and his men in his restaurant.
That bloody manager was provoking the almighty!

Oh damn! Oh damn!
Jim was starting to sweat from fear.
He knew Michael. He only hired him as the manager because he was dabbling with the dark side.
“Damn you, Michael. If you offend the young master, you won’t be able to pay for it with his life.” Jim wiped away his sweat and
ran into the restaurant.
Michael saw Philip making the call and started guffawing. “Well, well, well. You even know my boss, kid. I think I underestimated
you.”
Michael’s eyes were piercing. He did not think that the man in front of him would know his boss.
However, so what?
Philip was dressed so ordinarily. How could he be someone powerful?
Mr. Winger would not argue with him because of Philip. Michael was secure in the knowledge that he had support.
Philip was calm. He looked at Michael indifferently and said, “I have to correct one mistake of yours.”
“What mistake?” Michael frowned. “Are you trying to stall this, kid? Alright, I want to know what mistake I’ve made.”
Michael was not in a hurry. His face was contorted from his malicious grin. He did not mind this at all.
This loser was just a dumb*ss. Would he really be a threat to him?
“Actually, this is not your territory. It’s mine,” Philip said quietly. His eyes were heated and they were glued on Michael.
This restaurant was his.
The 17 restaurants in this country were all his.
Michael was stunned. Then, he threw his head back and laughed. “F*ck me! What did you say? This is your territory? Who gave
you the confidence to be such a poser?”
This guy was really something else. He had the guts to be so ostentatious in front of everybody.

What did he mean by ‘his territory’?
Was he trying to say that Northern Sky Western Restaurant was his?
Preposterous!
This was such a joke!
Philip shook his head and smiled. Death was near at hand for Michael but he did not know what was happening.
Michael saw Philip’s smile.
What did that mean?
Was that guy laughing at him?
Damn it!
Why was he smiling like that?
“I don’t care who you are. You hit my brother today and you’ve caused such a huge ruckus. I must destroy you!” Michael yelled
and waved his hand. Then, more than ten of his men shouted and were about to charge at him.
Everyone closed their eyes. They did not dare to see what would happen next.
It was obvious who was going to win. There would be no chance for things to turn for the better.
Ruby lost interest in watching, so she left with her friends.
Suddenly!
“Stop it! Everyone, f*cking stop this immediately!”
A loud yell came from the entrance of the restaurant.
Everyone turned their gaze over and saw a middle-aged man. He was running while sweating profusely. He had a frantic
expression on his face.
“Boss, why are you here? Don’t worry, I can take care of this.” Michael recognized Jim immediately.

He said with a smile on his face.