The First Heir

Chapter 272

Philip turned and spared Chase Fisher a glance before he replied, “If you’d excuse me, I’m running against time. My wife’s waiting for me at the hospital.”

Pfft!

Everyone else fainted again!

This dude was unnecessarily pretentious!

How could he just brush Chase Fisher off like he was nothing?

Did he not know who Chase Fisher was?

He was the vice president of the National Association Of Car Racing!

He was one of the country’s best racers too!

Yet to Philip Clarke, racing was just a game to play.

‘If you like it, you can have it.’

Everyone might throttle him should they know of Philip’s current thoughts.

Being a racer was the dream career of many young males!

Instead of being irked by Philip’s attitude, Chase smiled even friendlier at him. “Should you have any free time in the future, Mr. Clarke, you’re always welcome to drop by. This is my name card.”

Not rejecting him this time, Philip took the card from Chase and stuffed it into the pocket of his pants. Then, he turned to holler at Melody, “Bye.”

Melody’s eyes sparkled as she pondered over the love-hate feelings she had for Philip.

She had fallen in love with how attractive this man was!

He stood out from the rest!

It explained why her father kept praising how different and special he was as well as how he was adamant not to offend him.

What she hated, was that despite being a man of such caliber, why did he feel the need to hide it away?

Under the envious gaze of everyone else, Philip drove away in Finn Gerald’s red Ferrari.

Only after watching Philip drive away did the weight on Finn’s chest lift.

He turned to ask Chase, “Who’s that, Uncle Chase?”

Finn had yet to be acquainted with Philip’s true identity, but he found himself completely impressed by the other’s skills.

Those were the skills of a world-class racer.

Why did he seem so common, though?

Chase squinted and patted Finn on his shoulder. “You’re curious, aren’t you? That’s too bad then, since I’d like to know too. It has been seven years of a mystery, but all I can say is that this is no ordinary man. You’d do well to study from him if you have the chance. Who knows, you might even learn a skill or two. If so, the victory’s basically yours in the race for the second half of the year.”

Hearing him, Finn’s heart pulsed in excitement. Watching the silhouette of the car as it drove down the mountain, he muttered to himself, “That impressive, huh?”

Chase smiled. “I don’t know about worldwide, but as far as I’m concerned, there has yet to be a match for him.”

Chase could not help but shake his head. He was a little wistful.

For a man with his abilities, why would he ever present himself as the underdog?

Not to mention, why had he vanished from the face of the earth for seven years after numerous legendary deeds?

However, Finn had already made up his mind. He was going to be Philip’s disciple!

Back to Philip’s point of view. After leaving Melody Zander, he drove his way to the hospital.

Hitting the brakes at the entrance, he got out of the car with a princess figurine in his hands.

Wynn was not free, so it fell on Philip to spend time with Mila.

Seeing the figurine, Mila was elated. She made grabby hands at the figurine but instead of giving in, Philip held it just out of reach and placed it somewhere else before turning to her. “This’ll be Mommy for now, Mila. On days that she’s too busy with work, this princess here will watch over you in her place, okay?”

Mila laid understandingly on the hospital bed and nodded, a sweet smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Philip gave her a peck on her forehead before walking out of the hospital room.

Reaching the car park, he was met with the sight of quite a few fashionably dressed women taking pictures of the Ferrari.

The thing was, he could actually recognize two of them.

‘Yolanda Lee and Jane Snyder.

‘Seriously, both of you…’

After mulling over it, Philip found that he was not in a rush. It would not hurt to let them take their pictures.

Unfortunately for Yolanda’s pair of sharp eyes, she easily found Philip watching the group of them from a distance. Her disdain flared.

Jane was no stranger to Philip either. She immediately began to tell the tale of Philip Clarke’s ostentatious behavior at Arc de Triumph to the other two girls.

Sure, Philip had given Yolanda a helping hand last time, but they all collectively agreed that it was merely an act out of obligation as they were friends.

After all, Philip had wasted three years of his life.

“What are you looking at, Philip Clarke? What, you’re going to tell me this is your car now?”

Yolanda strutted over and crossed her arms under her chest with an expression of belittling mockery.

Philip quirked an eyebrow as his gaze fell unintentionally on the jade piece by her collar. It did not seem too small.

Unease crept up on Yolanda at Philip’s scrutinizing gaze. She scoffed. “The f*ck are you smiling at? Do you think you have the right to laugh at me? Is this your f*cking car?”

Yolanda was pissed under the pretense that she believed Philip was laughing at her for taking pictures with a luxury vehicle.

She most certainly could not buy herself one, so was Philip here to laugh at how fake she was?

“How do you know the car’s not mine?” Philip asked calmly, though the corner of his lips betrayed him as a tinge of a smirk appeared on his face.

Yolanda had come to him to borrow money not too long ago. She even flirted with him.

He still had her nude pictures with him.

Philip was almost tempted to fish them out in front of her, curious about how Yolanda would react.

Yolanda and her gang of friends covered their mouths as they burst into laughter. “Why don’t you look at yourself first? As if you have the right to drive a car like this.”

In return, Philip brushed past them without another word and slowly made his way to the Ferrari…