The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 415

As the atmosphere grew tenser, Yvonne ran over to them and stood in front of Silvia, saying with a frown, “Xavier, this is Miss

Chloe’s birthday party.

You know she’s from the Sommerset family from Capital City, right? That means this isn’t a place where you can do whatever you

like. Silvia doesn’t need your permission to go anywhere.” “Haha.” Xavier ignored her completely and instead loomed over Philip,

glaring at him. “In all my years, you’re the first man who dares to challenge me like that. “I’ll show you just how wide the gap

between us really is.” Philip smiled faintly and was about to say something when a stern-looking middle-aged man parted the

crowd, approaching them as he said, “What’s happening here? Who dares to raise a ruckus at Miss Chloe’s party?” “Dang, even

Mr. Moseby the head butler is here. Someone’s gonna be in trouble now,” someone who knew the middle-aged man said in a

whisper. “The Sommersets are pretty influential in Riverdale too. How will they clean up this mess?” Harmony frowned as well.

Meryl scoffed and said, “I hope they throw that man and Xavier out of here. I’m annoyed just looking at them.” Making use of his

position as the oldest son of the Denvers from Golden City, Xavier had done plenty of stupid things in his time. Girls like them

either hated or loved arrogant young masters like him. Those who loved him would die for him. Those who hated him would

utterly despise him. “Mr. Moseby, I’m Xavier Denver.” Xavier took a step back and looked at Philip with a smile that did not reach

his eyes. “I suspect this man snuck into the party without an invitation. Please escort him out right now.” Mr. Moseby paused. He

clearly recognized Xavier, so he said somewhat respectfully, “Understood, Master Denver!” He then turned to Philip and said,

“Sir, please show me your invitation.” Silvia huffed, “Why do we have to show our invitations just because he said so? Why

doesn’t he have to?” Mr. Moseby looked unaffected as he said, “Because he’s the young master of the Denvers. “On the other

hand, this man looks rather unfamiliar to me. I personally wrote all the invitations, so may I kindly know your name?” “His name is

Philip Clarke. He’s my cousin’s husband who married into her family, and all he does is live off his wife’s salary.” Lynn snorted

from amongst the crowd. “I don’t think he has the right to be here.” As soon as she said that, Silvia felt her heart skip a beat. She

had been wondering how Philip managed to get into this party. After all, this birthday party was held for Chloe Sommerset, the

third daughter of the Capital City Sommersets. Only people from the upper echelons of society would be able to get their hands

on an invitation.

Even Silvia only managed to get in because of her best friend, Yvonne.

Philip raised an eyebrow and glanced at Lynn in the crowd. That cousin of his was truly a pain. She

seemed to be everywhere. “I bet he doesn’t have an invitation at all. He must have snuck in,” someone

said with a snigger.

“Yeah, look at him, dressed in the cheapest wares. I’ll be the first to doubt that he was properly invited,”

someone else scoffed. “Well, he’s in trouble now. The Sommersets are obsessed with their image and

status, and now he’s offended Xavier too. I don’t think he’ll get out of this in one piece,”

someone said with a sigh, shaking their head. “Sir, please show me your invitation, or else I’m calling

security.” Mr. Moseby’s expression was hard now and he demanded an invitation harshly. “I don’t have

an invitation,”

Philip said after a brief pause. The crowd erupted into an uproar. “See, I told you! Chase him out of

here before I lose my temper.” A cocky grin appeared on Xavier’s face, and he looked down at Philip

from high above, as though Philip was merely an ant. “How did you get in here without an invitation?”

Mr. Moseby’s expression changed abruptly, and he looked like Philip as though the latter was a thief who managed to sneak into

the house. Mr. Moseby was in charge of this party, yet here was an uninvited intruder whom he had no idea about. If this matter

got to Miss Chloe, it would definitely be Mr. Moseby’s head on the chopping block. He secretly broke out into a cold sweat. He

would be in some really hot water if Miss Chloe found out about this. Besides, Miss Chloe’s father would personally go to the

main hall tonight. “Let’s see how he worms out of this one.” To Lynn, Philip’s current conundrum was about as satisfying as eating

an ice-cream in the middle of summer. Mickey shook his head in faux exasperation, saying, “What was the point? If you don’t

belong here, don’t force your way in. You’re only making a fool of yourself.” Only Silvia stomped her foot in frustration and said,

“Philip, you…” “I didn’t finish my sentence,” Philip suddenly spoke again. “I may not have an invitation, but I was invited here.

You just have to check the guest list.” “You were invited?” Mr. Moseby paused and looked at him suspiciously. “Only friends of the

Somersbys and the top representatives of Riverdale companies have the right to invite guests personally. For instance, the

Denvers’ company has always been on good terms with us, so Master Denver doesn’t need an invitation. “Our Miss Chloe

doesn’t know a tasteless peasant like you. Are you sure Miss Chloe invited you?” Philip blinked. Did Chloe not make the

necessary arrangements? Seeing as Philip had gone quiet, Mr. Moseby began to hesitate as well. Should he grab a guard and

ask? If he made a mistake here and offended Miss Chloe’s esteemed guest, that would not end well for him.