The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 472

Chapter 472

Tim sat on the sofa and threw his head back in laughter. “Giada, you Wallises are always so impatient. How can you achieve

something big in the future?” Philip sat at one side the entire time and did not utter a word.

He knew his Uncle Tim was the one standing up for him now. Giada’s face fell, and the corner of her

lips twitched. She wanted so badly to kill Tim now. That way, the Clarkes would have one less person in

charge. However, she did not dare to. She had restraining fear about the power in Tim’s hands.

Of course, Tim also had restraining fear about Giada’s power after so many years. The two of them

fought openly and maneuvered covertly for so many years. Other than that, they would also restrict

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each other. “Alright, we’re all family.” Jack finally opened his mouth. He sat at the main sofa with both of

his hands resting on his dragon head cane. He looked at Philip and asked with sudden interest, “This

must be Roger’s son, Philip. He’s outstanding indeed. He looks very much like his father. Very much.”

Philip snorted. He got up and placed his hands into his pockets. He said, “I’m sorry, the Clarkes and the

Wallises are not one family. I thought the Wallises had something incredible up their sleeves. If the

person in charge of the Wallises is a sad old man like you, then I’m beyond disappointed.” Giada and

Jack were stunned by the statement. The two of them frowned. Giada’s gaze was icy and frigid. She

said to Philip in a low voice, “Philip, do you know what you’re saying?” Philip shrugged nonchalantly

and said, “I shall repeat myself. I, Philip Clarke, the son of Roger Clarke, is 25 years old today. And

you, Jack Wallis, are more than 70 years old, correct?” After he said that, Philip left the hall. Jack could

only sit and watch Philip’s departing back.

Tim guffawed and got up to leave the hall as well. ‘The sons of the Clarkes are different indeed!’ The

atmosphere in the hall was solemn. “Father, what do you think about him?” Giada sat next to Jack and

steeped his tea for him. Jack squinted his eyes as a cold smile appeared on his lips. He said, “Roger

has a good son. This is the first time someone has talked to me this way.”

After he said that, Jack started to feel emotional. ‘I’m in my 70s now.

There’s such a difference when I see myself next to that kid Philip.’ ‘There’s not much time left.’ “Steven, what can you see?”

Jack asked the middle-aged man next to him. The middle-aged man finally spoke and replied, “He has the air of a monarch.”

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Clank! Jack’s face turned green. He had the air of a monarch! There was already someone with the air of a monarch in the

Clarke family and there was one more? When would the Wallises get out of this predicament? “Impossible!” Jack had been calm

the entire time, but now, he was in a rage as he smashed the tea set into pieces. He slammed his cane down on the tiles heavily

and said angrily, “Why does he have the air of a monarch? No! This can’t happen! Roger has been pressuring the Wallises for 40

years! Should a punk like Philip pressure the Wallises in the next 40 years too?” “Father, please don’t be mad.” Giada hurriedly

helped Jack to take a seat. Jack was livid. She patted his chest gently and said, “I’m almost ready. The Wallises won’t lose this

time. This world belongs to the Wallises.” At this moment, the maid who served Wynn walked in. She placed her hands on her

stomach and said deferentially, “Madam, Miss Wynn is waiting for you in the guest hall.” Giada nodded and asked her people to

arrange a room for Jack to rest in. On the other hand, she tidied herself and walked toward the guest hall. Wynn had been

waiting for more than ten minutes in the guest hall. She did not dare to wander around. This place was too opulent. At the same

time, she heard movements outside the door. “Phil, I came here in such a hurry this time, so I didn’t prepare any gifts for you.

This is the gold lock I bought on the way, it’s for…” “Uncle Tim, you don’t need to…” That voice sounded so familiar. It sounded

like Philip. The voices became softer and softer, so Wynn hurriedly went to the door and looked in the direction of the voices.