The First Heir

Chapter 277

The entire restaurant fell into silence at Philip’s question.

Everyone was confused.

‘Such a bold claim.

‘Hundreds of millions worth of assets?

‘Doesn’t he only have 300,000 bucks? That was merely a small diamond ring too.

‘But he’s suddenly rich now that his girlfriend is breaking up with him?’

Ruby smirked tauntingly as she turned to Philip. “Come again? He’s nothing but a piece of trash, just like you. Hundreds of millions worth of assets? Who are you kidding?”

‘Even at this point, he opts to butt in instead of pulling Howard away?

‘Hundreds of millions worth of assets?

‘What a joke.’

Ruby had been with Howard for four years. If anyone, she would know best about his financial condition, no?

The fat greasy man by Ruby’s side also began to make relentless fun of the duo before him. “Who’s this f*cker? Do you know him, Ruby dear?”

The man had never seen someone as shameless as Philip. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

The man was not alone in his opinion. In fact, everyone else spectating, mostly the friends Ruby had brought over, were making fun of him as well.

“Holy sh*t! What a disgusting f*cker.”

“What a horrible choice of friendship! I feel bad for Howard. First, he gets dumped by his girlfriend. Then, his best friend stabs him in the back.”

“What a one of a kind douche. Though they do say birds of a kind flock together.”

The people around them began to criticize belittingly.

On the ground, tears streamed freely from Howard’s eyes as he clenched the passbook tightly in his balled fists.

Standing up, he turned to Philip with his head still held down. “Let’s go.”

He did not want to stay in this place of heart-wrenching memories any longer.

Philip pulled Howard back instead. “No, we’re not going. We can’t possibly leave quietly after being insulted like that! We’re not going anywhere until they apologize.”

Determination shone in Philip’s eyes. He would not stand by Ruby and her friends humiliating one of his own.

Money? He had more than he needed!

Howard’s face was flushed as he tugged Philip toward the exit impatiently. “Forget it. Let’s just go.”

The middle-aged man guffawed. “Get lost, you pieces of trash! You’re pretending to be rich in front of me? You know what, if you f*ckers end up having hundreds of millions worth of assets, I’ll prostrate to you.”

Flames of rage cackled within Howard, but he knew that he was no match for them.

It was painfully obvious. Ruby had chosen a rich man over himself, someone in a completely different league.

“Forget it.”

Philip could not forget it.

Turning around, he glared menacingly at the fat man. “Those are your words, not mine!”

“Oh? You’re still helping him out? Why don’t you take a good look at yourself first? On what basis is your arrogance on?” The middle-aged man did not appreciate Philip’s attitude.

‘Who does this f*cking dumb*ss think he is?

‘Brainless idiot.’

Philip had already dialed for George by the time the man finished speaking.

From the other end of the line answered George courteously, “What are your orders, Young Master?”

Philip glared at the middle-aged man before him and asked, “What’s your name?”

“F*ck you! My name’s Deaton Wade! What, calling a f*cking hitman to get rid of me?” Condescendence dripped from the corners of the fat man’s eyes.

Clinging onto Deaton’s arm, Ruby stared at Philip with equal amounts of hatred in her eyes. “What the hell, Philip Clarke. Just bring your worthless friend out of my sight already!”

Right then, Isabelle decided to step out and walked to her sister’s side. Pointing a finger at Philip, she exclaimed, “Exactly! Remember that time you came to the shop and asked for 100 Harleys? It ended with me throwing you out of the shop!”

Immediately, everyone around them began to laugh at him with all sorts of chiding remarks hanging off the corners of their mouths.

“What the f*ck! Who would’ve thought… What a weirdo!”

“Sigh. What a disgusting excuse of a man.”

“I wanna break his phone. Who the f*ck is he trying to deceive here? Who can he even call?”

Philip remained calm and serene in response to the taunts around him and directly instructed into the phone, “Find me everything you can on a Deaton Wade and transfer all his holdings under Howard Lowe. ASAP.”

Then, Philip hung up the phone and waited quietly.

The lobby burst into laughter.

Everyone pointed their fingers at Philip as they rioted. “What the f*ck is wrong with this guy? Is he stupid?”

The Ford sisters could no longer hold in their laughter.

Philip had gone off the far end.

Embarrassed to say the least, Howard tugged onto Philip and whispered, “Forget it, Philip. Let’s just go.”

It was not that he did not believe in Philip, but the call he made was just too outrageous.

In return, Philip replied calmly, “Hold on. Give it a minute.”

“Haha! Even being pretentious has a limit, my friend. Transferring all my holdings under that puny friend of yours? Are you kidding me?” Deaton scoffed.

Yet right as he finished speaking…

Ring!

The pressing ringing of someone’s cell phone echoed in the restaurant’s lobby.