The First Heir

Hearing that, Samuel froze in shock!
‘There has been a transfer of Arc de Triumph’s shares!
‘Amounting to 20 billion!
‘So Zayn Yeager was speaking the truth when he called just now?
‘All 100 percent of the shares?
‘No way!
‘We’re talking about a whole 20 billion!
‘Who the f*ck swallowed the entire Arc de Triumph in one gulp?
‘Not even those on the Orienta’s list of millionaires can buy it all in one night!’
Fear crept up on Samuel. He immediately recalled how Zayn mentioned something along the lines of Wesley having a conflict
with Mr. Clarke!
‘Crap! I should call and ask.’
Shortly, Zayn received a call from Samuel. “Mr. Warren? Is something of the matter?”
“Pass the phone to Mr. Clarke.” Samuel was restless.
Despite not understanding the other’s intentions, Zayn passed the phone to Philip anyway. “Master Clarke, Mr. Warren wishes to
speak to you.”
Philip took the phone and from the other end came the baritone voice of a middle-aged man.
“Mr. Clarke? This is Samuel Warren.”
“Oh? Hello, Mr. Warren.”
“Mr. Clarke, I apologize if my son has offended you in any way. He was in the wrong, and if you so require, I shall apologize to
you personally.”

Anxiety brewed within Samuel, stemmed from the fear that his son might have unknowingly offended this new and only major
shareholder of Arc de Triumph that had appeared out of the blue!
‘For a man of this caliber, one can only imagine the tricks he has up his sleeves and the assets and money he possesses!
‘He’s definitely not one to be messed with!’
“Mr. Warren, to tell you the truth, I wouldn’t consider myself a man who likes holding grudges. How about we do it this way, then?
You sell me every company you have under your name, and we call it even?”
“Huh?”
Samuel was shocked.
He could not understand a thing of what the other person was trying to say.
Sure, there were a few companies he owned, but even all of them together were worth 100 million or so only.
Moreover, those companies were flourishing right now. Having received a Series A angel round of 20 million, they were planning
to invest in the US market and receive a Series B investment of 100 million!
As much as these were opportunities to Samuel Warren, they had also become his life force.
After all, these companies could be his path to the Forbes list!
There was no way he would sell them.
“That’s a funny joke, Mr. Clarke. Those companies of mine are merely little assets. I’m sure they’re too insignificant for you to
consider.” Samuel chuckled dryly.
“Very well, then. Though from what I remember, those companies of yours are close to declaring bankruptcy, aren’t they? If my
memory serves me right, you’ve just received a Series A angel round right? And now you’re planning for a Series B worth 100
million? What a shame it would be should they end up bankrupt.”
Philip said calmly with a smile. In his other hand was his own phone detailed with everything George had sent over concerning
Samuel Warren.

From the moment he was born to his work experiences to the companies under his name and how they were fending, everything
was there, written clearly in black and white.
Samuel shivered and his eyebrow twitched. “Mr. Clarke, they say you never know someone ‘till you’ve fought them, but I don’t
think there’s a need for that now is there? You’re at Arc de Triumph, aren’t you? I’ll be there shortly.”
‘End up bankrupt?
‘What a bold claim this Mr. Clarke has made.
‘To know of my angel round and the investment in markets overseas?
‘And yet...’
Philip huffed a breath of laughter. “I don’t have all the time in the world, Mr. Warren. How about we do it this way? You have half
an hour to consider my proposal. If you’ve thought it through well, then you’ll sell me your company. If not, then I suppose you
can just wait to declare bankruptcy.”
Philip was nothing if not calm.
That only lead to Samuel becoming more agitated and restless.
“Is this some sort of bad joke, Mr. Clarke?” Samuel chuckled suddenly.
He refused to believe that one man would have the power to influence his angel round investment and financing corporations
overseas.
“I’ve never been one to tell jokes. You have half an hour to think about whether you’ll sell or if you’ll declare bankruptcy. Your
choice.”
Philip said in a steady tone and hung up the phone.
He was not interested in unnecessary chit-chatting with Samuel Warren.
His choices had been presented before him.

Philip’s only goal was simple. All he wanted was for Wesley to understand that not everyone was for him to play with for his
entertainment!
Philip was aware that he might have taken it a little too far today.
With that being said, he was fine with it. After all, it was not a pleasant feeling to be constantly picked and looked down on.
After being hanged up on, Samuel laid in his hotel suite with anxiety tugging at his heart.
‘Will we go bankrupt?
‘Who exactly is this young man who has just bought the entirety of Arc de Triumph’s stocks?
‘I don’t get it.’
However, Samuel had been working in the market for so long. He would like to believe he had at least learned something from
his years of experience.
‘Trying to force me into selling my company? You wish!
‘I’d like to know just who the f*ck you think you are!’
No longer in the mood for anything, Samuel kicked the lady atop him away.
Taking his phone again, he dialed an infrequently contacted number as a courteous smile dawned on his features. “How’re you
doing, Chief Sullivan? We both know I wouldn’t come to you if I didn’t have anything to ask, so I’ll get straight to the point.
Something’s occurred and I require your help, Chief Sullivan.”