Wilson was now boiling with anger! That madman blocked the new boss’ Bentley! Was he looking for trouble? “Philip Clarke, what are you still standing there for? Get out of the way!” Wilson pointed at Philip and barked at him. Philip had only just parked his scooter when he received another round of scolding from Wilson. “Oh no! Philip’s done for this time. Brother Wil’s going to have a fit.” “Ten complaint calls, and this crazy guy still has the guts to come back!” “This will cost at least two hundred in deductions, that’s a day’s work!” A few staff were gossiping quietly, and some others were enjoying the show. Among them were some old staff who used to work for Philip. When they saw the man reduced to the point of having to become a delivery man just like them, they started becoming more mean toward him. Philip was already used to it. Just then, Mr. Tanks glanced at Philip coldly. He looked annoyed and asked, “Manager Young, is this your staff?” Wilson quickly answere
“Why are you here?” Wynn frowned and glanced at the Bentley beside Philip. Did he just come out from that car? Is this my wretched husband? Or do delivery companies now deliver meals in Bentleys? “I… I uh…” Philip stammered then swept a look at George who was smiling like a flower through the window. The old man quickly put out a hand and said, “Young man, thank you. It’s thanks to you that I finally found this place. Let this old man treat you to a meal next time to show my gratitude.” Philip smiled and nodded politely. “That’s okay, sir. Please take care on your way back.” The tone of his voice hinted to the elderly man to leave quickly. George did not say anything but smiled and nodded at Wynn before asking the driver to move away. Wynn froze in shock! Wasn’t… wasn’t that the chairman of Apex Group, President Thomas?! The wealthiest man in the city! And Philip was just in the same car with him! “Do you know George Thomas?” Wynn looked back at Philip, surprised. Philip
Philip casually made a call to George Thomas. “George, help me check for the latest projects that Wynn Johnston is handling within Beacon Pharmaceutical. Is there a million-dollar order? Let me know who is the client and the person in charge.” From the other end came George’s respectful voice, saying, “Young Master, Beacon Pharmaceutical is one of the companies that the Clarke family invests in. I’ll get President Hall of Beacon to visit you personally.” Huh? Beacon Pharmaceutical is actually one of the companies our family invests in? My dad is too awesome! Philip suddenly regretted not inheriting the family business earlier. “No need to. Investigate quickly and have the client smoothen the whole process so that they won’t give Wynn a hard time,” said Philip calmly. “Young Master, I recommend you to just buy over that client’s company. You don’t lack the money,” George suggested. What the f*ck! Buy over? As expected of a butler from a wealthy family. Oh George, old man, do
The Bentley soon arrived at Riverdale Virtuous Court. This was a famous restaurant in the city where only the wealthy and prestigious could dine. Virtuous Court also required a membership reservation where the minimum requirement was to spend at least one million to keep the membership. At that moment, standing at the entrance of Virtuous Court was a well-known entrepreneur. The chairman of Civil Trading Group, Russell Field. The company specialized in import and export business, mainly dealing with artistic pieces. As the company chairman, Russell himself was a wealthy man worth three billion! He was also a nationally famous collector! A well-known figure within the local collector’s community. Russell had brought more than ten personnel from his highest management to wait respectfully at the entrance of Virtuous Court with him. This scene caused quite a shock to the patrons dining at the restaurant. There were even bursts of exclamation. “Isn’t that the chairman of Civil Tradin
This voice was unpleasant. Philip lifted his head and saw a fat man with a protruding beer belly staring at him with a mocking expression. What does it have anything to do with you, whether or not I’m a kept man? Do I even know you? Philip pouted, planning to ignore him, turned to leave. The fatso, however, did not plan to let him off so quickly. He went over to block Philip’s way and ridiculed him indirectly. “Ignoring people now? Great personality! I heard that your business failed, and now our Deputy Manager Johnston is the one paying for your living expenses. A grown man like you has some nerve to become a kept man.” Philip frowned, looking extremely displeased. He recognized this man, Gavin Zach, the marketing manager at Wynn’s company. The man had tried to harass Wynn, and Philip had taught him a lesson. And now that he saw Philip in a low place, the man started to mock him unscrupulously. Wynn’s other colleagues were now looking at Philip with a weird look in their eyes.
At the front desk, Rose was waving the card as she swept an arrogant glance at Philip before saying, “Help me check if this card can reserve us a private room.” Everyone was holding their breaths, waiting to watch Philip make a fool of himself. The girl at the front desk received the card, swiped it, and all of a sudden, her expression looked nervous. She asked, “Miss, is this your card?” When Rose saw this, she shook her head. Extending her hand with red painted nails, she pointed to Philip, who was being surrounded and laughed tauntingly. “It’s not mine. It’s his.” Haha! What a joke! Philip is going to make a fool of himself, and Wynn would lose all face along with him! This is too great. There’s actually a man who would publicly ridicule himself. Rose was dying of happiness. She glanced happily over at Wynn who was looking sullen and mocked, “Deputy Manager Johnston, your husband sure is an excellent man.” Wynn was extremely embarrassed. She shot a vicious glare at Philip,
Philip glanced over calmly and expressionlessly. Kyle was looking at Philip, clearly displeased. This guy seemed so normal, how could he be so calm? Interesting! “Bro, can you pay the three hundred thousand?” Kyle was not a gangster who would just start getting physical for no apparent reason. Three hundred thousand was a humongous sum for a normal person. Kyle felt that a man like Philip could never afford this amount, but he still had to ask. Diplomacy before violence. “I’m sorry, but he ran a red light and should take full responsibility. What’s more, we didn’t really hit each other,” said Philip calmly. Jacob pointed at Philip and roared furiously, “Does that mean you won’t pay up?” Philip stared quietly at him, not answering. Kyle frowned slightly, shifting his gaze to the wrecked Harley on the ground and said, “Bro, three thousand won’t cost much. Just a leg.” This was a threat. Philip’s gaze went cold as a glint appeared in his eyes. As the heir to an elite famil
Sigh! His wife was just too beautiful that so many people were trying to court her. It gave Philip a headache. “Hey, Aiden’s here! Come, come, come and sit beside your Uncle Johnston.” Martha was clearly enthusiastic as she welcomed him. “Why did you have to bring gifts? You’re just too kind. Just your presence would have been enough!” “It’s Uncle Johnston’s birthday, after all.” Aiden smiled and walked over to sit beside Charles. At this, the crowd started shooting mocking looks at Philip. This son-in-law of the Johnston family was just too wretched. Even an outsider could sit beside Charles Johnston, but as a son-in-law, he had to sit closest to the door. This difference in treatment was just too obvious. Martha was smiling with her eyes as she looked at Aiden like she was looking at her future son-in-law. “It’s thanks to Aiden reserving this private room that we get to dine here at Virtuous Court today.” The crowd then looked at Aiden in adoration. To be able to reserve a