The Billionaire's Heir

At Riverdale Public Hospital.

"Excuse me, make way!" Philip Clarke was carrying an unconscious little girl as he rushed into the hospital, yelling madly, "Doctor! Doctor! Quick, save my little girl!"

The nurses and doctor who had rushed out quickly took the child from Philip's arms, and entered the emergency room.

"Oh, you can't go in!" A nurse in an azure-colored uniform with a face mask stopped Philip from entering into the emergency room.

Just then, the rapid sounds of high heels clicking against the ceramic tiles could be heard from the back, squeezing his heart with every click.

"Philip Clarke!" roared a woman's voice.

'Slap!'

A crisp slap came in firm contact with Philip's cheek. Before him, stood Wynn Johnston with an enraged expression as tears pooled in her beautiful eyes. "If anything happens to my daughter, I will never forgive you!" Her tone was cold and laced with full fury.

This scene frightened quite a few patients and their family members in the hospital.

Philip hung his head low in shame without attempting any explanation.

"Hmph!" Wynn snorted coldly. The dissatisfaction and contempt in her eyes were visible.

Philip stood aside with his head down in silence like a kid who was caught misbehaving. He stole a few glances at the woman standing a few meters away from him, the woman he used to call his wife. The woman with whom he had already signed the divorce papers could officially be separated from him at any time.

Wynn Johnston was gorgeous. Her features were defined, her figure tall and slim. She was well-mannered and educated, once the prettiest girl in their university. She had unexpectedly fallen in love with Philip, abruptly gotten married, and given birth to his daughter, Mila Clarke.

However, life after marriage was not as ideal. Philip's career did not go well, and his business ended up failing. His daughter even had congenital heart disease, which drained all of their savings, and now he had to make a living by doing food delivery services.

On the other hand, Wynn was a deputy general manager of a marketing department in a public-listed company. One of her parents was a section chief, the other a retired teacher.

It was safe to say that Philip did not have much status in the Johnston family, and for the past two years, he was almost non-existent. And because of Philip, Wynn had fallen out with her family that her parents were not willing to provide them any support.Both the elders had told them solemnly that they would assist in their granddaughter's treatment funds only if Philip and Wynn divorced. After the divorce, the child would belong to the Johnston family.

This matter had dragged on for a year.

The emergency room's door was pushed open, and Philip saw his daughter being pushed out. He wanted to rush over, but Wynn had already gotten there first. He stopped in his tracks and watched his adorable little girl from afar.

Little Mila was wearing a respirator, but her big eyes were bright like obsidian gems. She reached out with her tiny pale hand and mumbled, "Papa..."

Philip went over to hold his daughter's cold hand while gently brushing away the wisps of hair from her forehead, smiling as he said, "Papa's here."

"Mama, please don't fight with Papa. It's Mila's fault;I wanted Papa to take me to the amusement park." Little Mila, who was only three-years-old, was speaking feebly for her father.

Wynn smiled and answered, "Okay, Mama will listen to you and not argue with Papa."

"Philip Clarke, pay the hospitalization fee." A cold voice interrupted Philip's conversation with his daughter.

Philip glanced at Wynn, but she only shot him an icy glare before accompanying their daughter into the ward.

Upon reaching the inpatient payment department, Philip took out his debit card.

"I'm sorry, but your card has declined," said the nurse coldly as she swept him a look.

Oh, it's Philip Clarke, she thought. The penniless man who keeps getting his wife to foot the medical bills. He could have asked for help from his parents-in-law, but he hasn't. What an egoistic man, rubbish!"It's declined?" Philip was exasperated. He grimaced and humbled himself, bowing slightly to ask, "Nurse, can you give me a few days?"

The nurse shot him a cold look with mockery in her eyes and replied, "If you don't have any money, ask your wife! After all, you're just a kept man."

"You!" Philip's expression darkened.

The nurse merely crossed her arms and scoffed. "You have until tomorrow. If you can't pay up, then proceed with discharge." After that, she turned around to ignore him. Saying another word to him made her feel disgusted.

How could she bully someone just because they're poor? Philip clenched his fists tightly in a fury, feeling bitter.

The moment he turned around, he saw Wynn standing behind him radiating a cold aura, hatred was apparent in her frosty expression.

"Wynnie, don't worry, I'll go and gather some funds now." Philip forced a smile.

However, both their savings were already dried up.

Tears poured down from Wynn's eyes as her hands balled into fists. "Philip Clarke, if you're still a man, go and beg my parents!"

"I..." Philip froze. His words were stuck in his throat.

"Hah!" Wynn scoffed as she wiped her tears. "I knew it. You never change. Is your pride more important than Mila?" She had seen through to his thoughts. Wynn then turned around with her back facing him.

Philip let out a helpless sigh and then received a notification about a delivery on his phone. He rushed to the ward, had a quick chat with his daughter before leaving.

Before he left, Wynn reminded him, "Philip Clarke, it's my father's birthday this weekend. If you don't want to divorce, then go and beg my parents."

She left him with no choice. Philip knew that this was the last shred of Wynn's patience for him.

Just as he was about to leave the hospital, an arrogant male voice called out to him, "Wow, isn't this Philip Clarke? Where are you rushing off to?"

Philip looked up to see a handsome man standing in front of him. The man was wearing a full suit with a fruit basket and a Peppa Pig doll in his hand.

"Juan Parker! Why are you here?" Philip's face immediately darkened.

Juan Parker was his best buddy at university. But ever since Philip and Wynn got married, they became enemies because Juan, too, was in love with Wynn.

"I asked him to come." Wynn suddenly appeared and walked past Philip. With an apologetic smile, she said to Juan, "Brother Juan, I'm so sorry to trouble you again."

Upon seeing Wynn, the mocking expression on Juan's face turned into a generous smile as he said, "It's okay, I'm Mila's uncle after all. This is for Mila. I'll go and pay the bills now." Juan then shot Philip a smug look with apparent disdain in his eyes.

The knuckles on Philip's fists turned white. He asked Wynn coldly, "Why did you loan money from him?"

"Do you have any? Or do you want Mila to be kicked out of the hospital tomorrow?" Wynn glared icily at Philip before turning away to follow after Juan, chattering happily with him as they went.

Philip's eyes were about to pop from their sockets out of anger at this scene. He felt his ego being dealt a heavy blow. Money, money, money! It's all about money with them!

Philip stood at the entrance of the hospital for the longest time before heaving a sigh. He looked up at the blue sky and then dug out his cellphone to make a call. "Howie, where are you? Let's meet up."

Inside a rented house, Philip and Howard Lowe sat across from each other. Howard was a slightly tanned and skinny man. He handed a debit card to Philip and said, "There's sixty thousand here. Take it for now."

Philip's hand was trembling as he took the card. "Howie, thank you. Thank you!"

"What's there to thank? We're brothers, after all." Howard laughed.

"I object!"

There was a loud bang, and the door of the rented house was suddenly pushed open. A tall woman rushed in furiously. "Howard Lowe, that's the bride price you were supposed to give my family. Why are you giving it to him?"

This woman was Howard's girlfriend, Ruby Ford. Her looks were a seven out of ten, and she had a proud personality. She was a bit of a snob. "Ruru, Mila has been hospitalized, so I'm only lending this to Philip for an emergency." Howard went over to pull at Ruby's arm as he explained.

Ruby swung his hand away and sneered at Philip. "Hah! Philip, how many times have you borrowed money from our Howard now? If you're going to be shameless, why should I indulge you?"

"Ruby!" Howard's voice deepened as he tugged her sleeve.

Ruby would not back down. She pointed at Howard's nose and blamed him. "Mr. Lowe, if you're going to loan him the money, I'm breaking up with you! You can forget about our wedding!"

Seeing as they were about to get into a fight, Philip put the card down onto the table, stood up, and nodded apologetically. "I'm sorry. Uhm... Howie, I'll see you guys at your wedding ceremony then. I'll take my leave now."

"Goodbye!" Ruby said coldly. Without waiting for Howard to chase after him, Philip had already run out of the rented house.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Ruby and Howard's arguing voices sounded behind the door.

Philip squatted down with his phone in one hand and a cigarette in another, lost in thoughts along the streets. Being poor is a sin, and you really can't move forward without money.

After making up his mind, Philip finally called a number he had not dialed in seven years.

The call soon got through.

"Hello, Young Master? Young Master, is that you? You've finally called me." The voice on the other end sounded thrilled. There were hints of age and even sniffles.

Philip sighed helplessly and said, "George, I need money. Can you transfer me a hundred thousand?"

"Oh, Young Master, please don't say that. I would even transfer you a billion if you wanted." The older man on the phone was still excited, but soon, he sounded troubled. "But Young Master, according to your agreement with the master, if you want to use the finances and connections of the family, you'd have to come back and inherit the family business. Could you come over to the company, and we'll discuss this?"

Philip pondered it for a moment before answering, "Alright, I'll make a trip over."

"Great! Young Master, I'll send someone to pick you up!" Old George said enthusiastically.

"That's okay, I can go over myself." Philip said before asking, "Oh yes, which company?"

"Apex Group. I'll be waiting for you at the director's office," said George.

After hanging up, Philip stared at the stream of people passing by in front of him.

Okay, I'll be frank and say that I, Philip Clarke, was born with a silver spoon! My family has assets worldwide, and my family owns seventy percent of the businesses in the world. I've been trying to avoid the inheritance these past seven years, so I ran away, hoping that I could experience a normal life. But today, reality has forced me to compromise. If I don't work hard enough, and don't have any money, I would have to go back and inherit that massive fortune.

Philip soon arrived at the Apex Group building in his scooter. It was a tall building of about three hundred meters. The company itself was ranked at number seven on the Fortune Global 500 list! But then again, all the companies in the Fortune Global 500 either belonged to the Clarke family or had a piece of share owned by them.

Upon entering the lobby, Philip was stopped by a female voice. "Hey, hey, hey, you there! Who said you could just barge in? Get out, out! Delivery men aren't allowed inside! Call and get someone to come downstairs to meet you!" A pretty girl in black uniform blocked Philip's path and started scolding him. She had a mature appearance and a dignified aura.

"What are you staring at? How disgusting, you rogue! Hurry up and get out!" Lily Simmons shot a hateful glare at Philip, thinking that she had seen enough delivery men in her life.

Philip's expression changed, frowning slightly.

Seeing Philip in his delivery uniform, looking shabby, Lily pointed at the door and said, "Get out now, we don't allow delivery men here."

"I'm not here for delivery," explained Philip.

Lily tidied her bangs before crossing her arms and said icily, "This is not the first time I hear this. Everyone that comes in here says they're not delivery men. Please!"

"I'm not. I'm here to see George Thomas." Feeling exasperated, Philip headed inside after saying that.

"F*ck! Are you mad? Didn't you hear what I was saying?" Lily was furious. It was her first time seeing such a shameless delivery man who would just force his way in after being denied entry.

Just then, a department manager seemed to have heard the commotion and came out with an ugly expression. "What's going on?"

"Manager Stuart, this delivery man is trying to force his way into our office!" Lily pointed at Philip and then continued with much disdain, "I'll get security to chase him out immediately!"

The manager frowned and sized Philip up before saying, "Our company doesn't allow delivery men inside. Please leave."

Stuart showed more courtesy, but his tone and attitude did not sound friendly. This man was a department manager of a company listed in the Fortune Global 500. To be this polite to rubbish delivery men was already very kind.

Seeing Philip still standing there in a daze, Lily was anxious to show her authority, so she pointed at him again and roared, "Did you hear that? Get out now!"

Philip was annoyed. Did she swallow a stick of dynamite, or is she on her period? This is a company owned by my family, and you're just a watchdog! Who are you to bark at your owner? Damn it!

"I've already said that I'm not here for a delivery. I'm here to see George Thomas," Philip answered coldly.

George Thomas? The manager was stunned as he stared, bewildered at Philip before snorting out a laugh. "You're looking for our chairman?"

"George Thomas, is your chairman?" Philip was dumbstruck. Wasn't that old man a mere secretary? Since when did he secretly become chairman? No wonder he was brave enough to want to talk about conditions. That means I can't be soft when I see him later! I, Philip Clarke, will never inherit the family business! I'll just take the money and go!

Stuart shook his and laughed sarcastically. "You didn't even know that President Thomas is our chairman, and you say you're looking for him? Do you have an appointment?"

"Mr. Stuart, stop joking. How could trash like him get an appointment?" Lily mocked as her lips curved into a sarcastic smile.

"Alright, alright. Lily, get security to come over." Stuart waved impatiently.

"Understood, Mr. Stuart," answered Lily in a coquettish voice before she jogged over to the front desk and picked up the phone to call the security department.

The manager was about to leave when, suddenly, an angry voice sounded at the front desk.

"George Thomas, get down here right now! I'm being held up by your receptionist. If I don't see you in three minutes, I'm leaving."

The other two people followed the source of the voice and saw Philip just hanging up with a lazy expression as his eyes surveyed the office environment.

The mocking smile on Lily's lips grew, and she reproached, "You're even putting on an act now! You deserve to be a delivery man for life!" Her hands then shifted from the phone to take a secret picture of Philip to post on her social media timeline with the caption, 'Disgusting! Met a mad delivery man today and I'm about to get security to kick him out...'

On one side, Stuart frowned as he shot Lily a look. The latter understood immediately and gave him an 'OK' gesture. She called the security department and reported, "Hello, come over to the front desk to take care of a piece of human trash." After hanging up, Lily sat back down and started touching up her make-up, ignoring Philip.

Soon, the chairman of Apex Group, George Thomas, with his secretary in tow, came jogging out of the elevator and saw their young master waiting at the lounge from afar! However, what made their eyes pop was seeing three security personnel about to throw the young master out! That's the sole heir of the family business!

George instantly yelled, "Stop!"

The three security guards were just pushing Philip out when they heard the order. They turned to see their chairman rushing over with an enraged expression! Why is the chairman here?

'Thud!' The three men straightened up and saluted. "Good day, Mr. President!" they greeted.

However, George did not notice them and went straight toward Philip; his face blooming like a sunflower.

The moment Lily noticed the chairman, she quickly hurried over. And when she saw Philip still standing there like an idiot, her rage grew.

"Mr. President!" Lily greeted respectfully before turning to glare at Philip with disdain. "Why are you still here? Three of you, throw him out immediately!" Lily was enraged. Were the security team blind? How could they let this trash stand in the lounge when the chairman was here? What if this madman annoyed the chairman?

George, however, shot a cold glance at Lily and reproached, "What are you doing? This is the young master of our company, the future president! Who allowed you to be this disrespectful?!"

Young... Young master? This guy? How was this delivery man anything like a young master?

Lily was dumbstruck. She said indignantly, "Mr. President, are you mistaken? How is he our company's young master?"

"I'm not mistaken," answered George coldly as the contempt for this woman grew in his heart. What kind of tone and attitude is this? Is this how you speak to your chairman?

Lily immediately realized her error and bowed in apology. "Mr. President, I'm sorry, I..."

The manager, Stuart, from before just happened to come back at that moment. He gave a flattering smile and asked, "Mr. President, why have you come down here?" As he spoke, he noticed that Philip was still here but was not aware of the current atmosphere. His face went red, and he frowned. "Why are you still here? Didn't I tell you that our company doesn't allow delivery men in here? Get out!"

Soon after he spoke, he felt a pair of cold eyes staring straight at him.

Oh dear, idiots were everywhere, but they were especially abundant today.

"Shut up!" George exploded furiously and roared, "He is the young master of our company! Both of you are fired!"

Philip shook his head, helplessly. "What a sin it is to be such a snob."

"Young Master, this way please." George bowed slightly and gestured him to go inside.This scene startled both the manager and the receptionist. Young Master? Was he really the young master?

Seeing as Philip was about to leave with the chairman, Stuart immediately rushed over to smile apologetically and begged, "Young Master, I was too blind to recognize you for who you were. Please forgive me this time."

Stuart could see how the chairman was so respectful to the young man. Apex Group was ranked seventh in the Fortune Global 500, and the chairman himself was a prominent figure worth over billions! If a big shot like him said that this young man was the young master, then he was the young master!

Lily, too, had rushed over with a docile expression as she apologized, "Young Master, I was wrong. I won't ever do it again."

Philip only glanced at George indifferently.The latter instantly pointed at the security team and ordered, "What are you standing there for? Throw these two out! From today on, don't let them take even one step into our premise!"

"Young Master, Young Master, we were wrong, please forgive us..." Stuart and Lily both ended up being tossed out of the building by security.

Upon reaching the president's office, Philip sat down at the leather sofa while George stood respectfully at one side with his hands in front of him.

"Old George, you're living a pretty luxurious life. This ostrich skin sofa, what great taste!" Philip patted the sofa he was sitting on and exclaimed.

George wore a humble expression as he answered, still standing, "Young Master, stop joking with this old man. If you would sign your name in this document, everything here is yours to take." As soon as he said that, the tall secretary with delicate skin, dressed in black formal attire behind him, handed Philip a set of documents.

Philip glanced at it in disdain. "It's not like you don't know that I refuse to inherit my dad's wealth. I'm here today to ask you to loan me a hundred thousand dollars."

George smiled tactfully and said, "I refuse."

"Say that again, old man!" Philip stood up, abruptly out of anger.

George repeated. "I refuse."

The older man then continued with a bright smile on his wrinkled face as he tempted, "Young Master, as long as you sign this, forget a hundred thousand, even a hundred million or billions are all yours."

"Forget it then! If I sign this document, my name isn't Philip Clarke!" Philip raged.

Five minutes later.

"Congratulations, Young Master, you have officially inherited all of the Clarke family's wealth and businesses. Here is your hundred thousand."

How delightful!

George stared at the signed document with his face blooming like a chrysanthemum flower.

At the same time, the secretary beside him brought over a briefcase and opened it. It was a hundred thousand in cash!

"George, old man, you're too lavish. This briefcase looks like it's carrying a hundred million instead," said Philip as he picked up a plastic bag lying beside and put the money in. "I'll be taking my leave now."

"Take care, Young Master. Do you need me to get a car ready for you?" George asked respectfully.

"That's okay, I came on my scooter," answered Philip, and he walked out of the office with the plastic bag in hand.

After Philip had left, George immediately brought the documents up to the conference room on the top floor and started a video conference.

"Master, the young master has finally signed." Old George stood in front of the large screen, bowing slightly as he reported with much enthusiasm and respect.

The screen showed an old man in a wheelchair. The old man coughed for a bit before slowly lifting a hand and said in a weak voice, "Then... pass on the message..."

"Yes, Master," answered George, wiping his tears as he looked at the old man on the screen.

In an instant, the top management of all the businesses under the Clarke family received an email informing them that the sole heir of the Clarke family, Philip Clarke, had officially inherited the family business! These businesses include properties, development, entertainment, production, finance, investment, information technology, etc...

Philip returned to the hospital and rushed over to the ward just in time to see Wynn and Juan leaning close to each other as they chattered happily.

Philip frowned as he balled his hands into fists.

"Philip Clarke, where have you been?" Upon seeing him, Wynn asked coldly. To think this man still had the heart to run around, ignoring his daughter. Wynn's gaze held disappointment as she looked at Philip.

Juan, who was sitting beside him, snorted in laughter. "Philip, were you away trying to borrow money? It's okay; I can foot the medical bills. I'm Mila's uncle, after all."

"I don't need you to worry about my daughter's medical expenses; I can pay up." Philip walked in with an icy expression.

"Philip Clarke, how can you behave this way toward Brother Juan! Apologize to him!" Wynn started scolding him, thinking that she knew her husband well enough to know that he was disrespectful on purpose. Brother Juan was kind enough to help them foot the bill, but this man was sour to him. How rude!

Juan feigned kindness and urged Wynn, saying, "Wynnie, don't get angry. Philip must be feeling upset because he didn't manage to borrow any money."

Wynn shot Philip a furious glare as she looked down on him even more.

Philip tried to hold his rage back as he stared at both of them with clenched fists. He wanted so much to throw a punch at Juan's face. Wynnie? He's calling her by her pet name so affectionately! Jesus, Wynn Johnston, I'm your husband here. Have you no shame?

"It's just money. Who said I didn't manage to borrow any?" Philip glared viciously at Juan.

Juan was dumbstruck as his expression froze. When the surprise was still evident in his eyes, Philip tossed the plastic bag in his hand in front of him and Wynn.

The bag fell with a loud thud and rolls of cash appeared before their eyes.

The corner of Juan's eye twitched slightly as his lips trembled. His hands had subconsciously balled into fists.

Wynn was surprised. She stared at the money Philip had tossed in front of them, confused, but then her expression immediately turned cold as anger surfaced in her eyes.

Where did Philip get all this money? If he had this, why didn't he take it out earlier? I even had to keep another man company by chatting happily with him! Doesn't he know how tiring it is?

"Here's a hundred thousand. I'm paying you back all at once, including the past loans! Don't ever come here again," said Philip coldly.

Juan did not take the money. To be frank, this hundred thousand did not amount to much in his eyes. He only thought of it as a charity to the poor.

"Well done, Philip. You manage to fund this much in such a short time. But I'm curious, who would lend you so much in such a short amount of time?" Juan asked ambiguously, feeling his ego being shaken. He had stayed there just to wait for Philip to come back so he could ridicule him. Besides, he wanted to show Wynn just how terrible the man she had chosen was!

But now, the words that Juan wanted to say were all stuck in his throat. This feeling of discomfort and a lump in his throat made him antsy.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" answered Philip indifferently.

Wynn could no longer stand it. She stood up and yelled at him, "That's enough, Philip! Brother Juan has helped us out so many times now, so how can you say that?"

"Did I ask him for help? Don't you have any idea who he's doing all this for?" Philip retorted, his rage barely visible in his eyes.

Wynn was stunned. Of course, she knew why Juan cared for Mila so much. However, being exposed so directly by her husband hurt her pride. She said, "What do you mean by this?"

Philip took a deep breath to calm his emotions. He had been arguing with Wynn a lot more recently. "Aren't you leaving?" He moved the conversation back to Juan.

Juan snickered. He then picked up the money and left without saying more.

Wynn shot a furious glare at Philip before chasing after Juan. "Brother Juan, let me see you out!"

It was finally quiet. Philip sat down beside Mila's bed and watched his daughter sleeping soundly. He felt immense guilt.

"Mila, is it hard for you to be with Papa? But I'll tell you what, from today onwards, you'll be a little princess." Philip stroked his daughter's forehead gently with great affection in his eyes.

Just then, Wynn returned to the room. She asked coldly, "Where did you get the money from?"

Philip answered without ever looking up. "I borrowed it."

"From who?"

"Howie."

Wynn breathed a sigh of relief. She had thought that he borrowed it from a loan shark. "You've already borrowed from him too many times. You can't keep troubling him. Make sure to return it to him soon. I heard he's getting married."

"I know. I'll return it to him as soon as I can." Philip finally looked at Wynn.

This woman was really beautiful. Even with her brows pinched together, there was still a charm to her. It was just a pity she did not know that her good-for-nothing husband, who had collapsed after one setback, was now the heir to the world's wealthiest family. He could now summon clouds and rain with just a nod of his head.

Wynn's gaze gradually fell darker. She looked at her daughter lying on the sickbed and said, "Philip, you managed to borrow money this time, but what about the next? Will you have to borrow money every time Mila gets hospitalized?"

The old Philip had been vigorous and spirited back then. It was also the reason why she fell for him. But after he had failed in his startup, Philip could not pick himself up again, and he became more and more wretched.

Philip was slightly irritated. "I know what to do."

Wynn kept quiet for a moment before continuing to say, "Philip, even if it's not for yourself, think of it as doing something for Mila. Come with me to my father's birthday this weekend. Apologize to my parents."

Philip kept quiet, only clenching his fists. Seeing him unwilling to say anything, Wynn grew more annoyed. She stomped her foot, took her bag, and scolded him, "Then, just keep being this wretched for the rest of your life!"

After watching Wynn stomp out of the room in anger, Philip finally let out a helpless sigh. Life without money and prestige sucked. Would his father-in-law ever approve of him?

In the afternoon, Philip had some urgent matters to take care of, so he got the nurse to look after Mila. Wynn was busy with work, so she was already back at her office.

Philip got onto his scooter, refreshed his delivery list to start working again. He received a delivery task at Intercontinental Hotel. The people who could afford a room here were mostly rich.

Upon reaching suite room number 8808, Philip knocked on the door. "Hello, your delivery is here."

Following a click, the door was opened, and a fit woman came into view. She was wearing a crop top with spaghetti straps and black shorts. There was a tattoo of a rose on her thigh, and her hair was disheveled, her make up exquisite.

"Hello, your..." Philip handed her the delivery with a bright smile before stopping halfway. "Ruby... Ruby Ford?"

"Philip?"

The girl standing in front of him was Howard's girlfriend, Ruby Ford. She was staring at Philip with a surprised expression as suspicion and anger flashed in her eyes.

"Ruru, are you done? I can't wait any longer! You have even brought bunny ears today, hehe..." Coming from within the room was the revolting voice of a middle-aged man.

Ruby shot Philip a glare, snatched the delivery from him, and slammed the door shut.

Philip stood dumbfounded outside the door for a long time before he regained his senses.

Why is Ruby here? She's even in a room with another man! Should I tell Howie?

Half an hour later, Philip met Ruby at the lounge downstairs. The latter had put on a black trench coat and trotted over in her high heels before sitting on the opposite of Philip. She took out three hundred dollars from her purse and placed it on the coffee table, saying coldly, "This is for you."

Philip stared at the three hundred and snorted. "Is this a bribe?"

Ruby frowned and dug out another two hundred to toss onto the table. "Five hundred! Is that enough? This is worth two days of your salary."

Well, that escalated quickly!

Philip stood up, looking furious and said through gritted teeth, "Ruby, how could you do this to Howie! He has worked so hard for you, and you two were going to get married by the end of the year!"

"So what? Who says I will marry him?" Ruby snorted and lit a ladies' cigarette, saying nonchalantly, "Philip, why don't you just mind your own business. You keep coming to borrow money from Howie, and that's starting to irritate me. You're a man, don't you have any sense of shame? It's no wonder your wife wants to divorce you, trash!"

Ruby then stood up and crossed her arms, staring proudly at Philip. "Don't say a word about what happened today, or I'll get someone to break your leg." After that, Ruby went over to the plump middle-aged man who was waiting aside, and both of them left the hotel, arm in arm.

Philip clenched his fists tightly. After he took the money on the table, he left the hotel and made a mental note to tell Howie about it.

Just then, Philip's phone rang. A glance at the caller ID showed that it was a call from his manager, Wilson Young.

The moment he answered the call, a thundering rage exploded from the other end. "Philip, what the f*ck are you doing?! I've received more than ten complaint phone calls! Were you delivering to Mars? Come straight back after your delivery, then pack up and get lost!"

Wilson was going insane with anger. In just half an hour, he had received more than ten complaint phone calls about Philip. It was driving him crazy! Was this trash trying to work at all?

"Mr. Young, you can stop scolding me because I f*cking quit! I just fired you!"

"Say what? Philip Clar-..."

Philip hung up.

To begin with, he was already mad, and now a mere manager was scolding him to boot. Life had forced him to tolerate it all back then, but things were different now. He had been made to inherit his family fortune and was now the heir of the world's biggest consortium, so how could he let just anybody berate him so simply?

Philip dug out his phone and called George. "George, I want to repurchase my company, can I?"

George answered, "Young Master, that company was originally founded by you, but you ended up selling it due to bankruptcy. If you want to repurchase it, just say the word."

Philip said calmly, "Okay. In ten minutes, I want to become its owner!"

Two minutes later, George sent Philip a short message: [Young Master. It's done. You are now the owner of Gopher Delivery Services.]

Philip nodded. George was very efficient.

Philip got onto his scooter and went straight to the office. Wilson Young, wait for daddy! Just wait and see how I'll skin you alive!

Gopher Delivery Services was the company Philip had founded. However, due to poor management, he went into bankruptcy and had to sell it off. Overnight, Philip had turned from a boss to a lowly staff. He lost all his glamor and was left with only endless mockery and cold reception.

At Gopher Deliver Services Limited Liability Company, Wilson Young stared at his phone in the lounge, throwing a fit of rage.

"Shit! This Philip is just looking for trouble! Just because I can't fire you, who are you to speak that way to me?"

The several staff members standing aside were all shrinking their necks, afraid of getting caught in the fire.

Just then, the main door of the company was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in. Upon seeing the man, Wilson instantly put on a flattering smile. "Boss, why didn't you tell us you were coming? I could have gone to welcome you."

It was the company's owner, Kevin Tank.

Mr. Tank glanced at him before saying, "Everyone, prepare yourselves to welcome the new owner."

Wilson was stunned. "The new owner?"

Mr. Tank said, "Someone has spent ten million to buy this company."

Wilson asked cautiously, "Who is this new owner? Should we prepare something?"

Mr. Tank frowned and answered, "I'm not familiar with the new owner, so everyone, be on your toes later."

After that, the staff followed Mr. Tank to standby at the main entrance of the company.Wilson was instead showing off his authority by saying, "Everyone, keep your spirits up! The new owner will be here soon. If you perform nicely, you might even get a raise or a promotion! This is about you and your wallets!"

"What a scoundrel, only knowing how to kiss up!"

"He must think this is about him. What a bootlicker!"

A few staff were gossiping quietly. This was not the first time they felt contempt for Wilson Young. The man was just like them before, a mere delivery staff. But he was such a shameless bootlicker that he had ended up securing a manager position only by sucking up to the higher management.

Just then, a black Bentley stopped steadily in front of the company's entrance. After some thought, George had decided to come and take a look at the company in person, thinking that he could be of help to the young master. If it could put the young master in a good mood, the young man might even make a trip home.

Wilson was standing behind Mr. Tank, rubbing his hands in anticipation. "He's here! He's here." He knew that the arrival of the new owner meant the arrival of his opportunity to show his performance!

Just then, Philip, too, arrived and stopped his scooter right in front of the Bentley.

The moment he saw Philip, Wilson's whole body trembled with rage. He pointed at Philip and yelled, "Philip Clarke, why are you here? Hurry up and get out of the way!"