The First Heir

“Young Master, it’ll cost you 18 billion to buy Arc de Triumph as there are 50 branches throughout the entire country.”
On the other side of the line stood George before the floor-to-ceiling window. He was reading off the data report in his hand.
His secretary had gotten him a full list of Arc de Triumph’s assets and financial statements pretty much the moment Philip asked.
“I don’t care how many billions it costs, I want it bought.” Philip Clarke sounded evidently annoyed.
“Very well, Young Master,” George replied and made another call.
Instantly, numerous direct calls were made from Riverdale to Arc de Triumph’s headquarters in Capital City.
That night, a mysterious force began to operate secretly in Riverdale and Capital City.
By the side, Wesley stared coldly at Philip and mocked. “Oh? It has been so long since we met. I see your ability to lie through
your teeth has gotten better. Purchasing Arc de Triumph? What a bold statement to make.”
‘Who does he think he is, buying Arc de Triumph like it’s no big deal!
‘Is he even aware of Arc de Triumph’s market price?
‘20 billion!
‘Putting up a cool front now, are you? Hah. As if you’re the only one who knows how.
‘Still, if you’re gonna lie, at least make it f*cking plausible.
‘What do you take us for? Idiots? Just buying off the entire Arc De Triumph like that.’
Not too long later, another call from George arrived. “All preparations have been made, Young Master. You are now the legal
owner of Arc de Triumph. After spending a total of 20 billion, all three main shareholders have sold their shares. You now have
100 percent of all the shares, and therefore absolute authority.”
“Very well. Good job,” Philip Clarke replied calmly.
If anything, George Thomas was an efficient man.
“Oh, and have their head come here now,” Philip Clarke said.

Watching Philip converse with someone cryptically over the phone, Wesley sneered. “Oh? Quite the show you’ve put on here. So
who did you call? You want to buy Arc de Triumph, don’t you? Go on, do it in front of me right now. The moment you purchase
Arc de Triumph, I’ll bow and prostrate to you, Philip Clarke.”
‘Just this Arc de Triumph branch in Riverdale itself costs around 200 million.
‘Let alone the headquarters of the group itself costing 20 billion!
‘And now you’re purchasing the entirety of Arc de Triumph?’
At the same time, George had made a direct phone call with the head of Riverdale’s branch.
“Hey, Mr. Thomas! This is the first time you’ve called me. How can I help you?” From the other end of the line sounded a polite
and mellow tone of a middle-aged man.
“Mr. Yeager, our young master is currently at your hotel. He has requested your presence and hopes to see you in five minutes.”
Hearing him, Zayn Yeager jolted awake.
Mr. Thomas’ young master. That was a man of great f*cking status.
“Of course, Mr. Thomas. I’ll be there shortly.”
Promising so, Zayn Yeager hung up and made a dash for Arc de Triumph.
Back to Wesley who was still staring condescendingly at Philip Clarke. “You’re still keeping up that facade, Philip? Fine! I’ll play
your little game. Let’s see how f*cking cool you actually are!”
Both his hands were in his pant pockets while his expression was one of jeering sarcasm.
Philip did not seem impatient. While calmly sitting on a seat by the side, he pulled out his phone to video call Mila.
She was currently being taken care of by the company’s babysitter.
He would pick her up later that day.
Due to Philip’s working conditions and the fact that his parents-in-law had never bothered to take care of her, Mila spent most of
her time away in a nursery.

Around five minutes later, Zayn Yeager, the head of the Arc de Triumph Riverdale branch, appeared at the lobby’s entrance.
Setting his eyes on the scene in the lobby before him, he felt a slight unease.
He arrived quickly before Wesley and asked, “Manager Wesley, what seems to be the matter?”
Wesley was stunned. He did not expect the head of the branch to arrive as per Philip’s request.
As Zayn was the person in charge of the group’s Riverdale branch, Wesley had no choice but to be humble and smile. “It’s
nothing I can’t handle, Mr. Yeager.”
Zayn Yeager frowned instantly. “Nothing you can’t handle? The security team is here and yet you call this nothing? Forget it, I’ll
deal with this myself.”
Should Mr. Thomas’ young master be offended, it would be the end of his, Zayn Yeager’s, career in Riverdale.
Following that train of thought, the hair on the back of his neck stood in fear.
As for Mr. Thomas’ young master... Well, what better person to suck up to?
Quickly taking a step forward to screen the group of people before him, he asked courteously, “Excuse me, which one of you is
Master Clarke? Mr. Philip Clarke?”
Everyone was stunned. Collectively, all gazes fell on Philip.