The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 535

Wynn had no way of knowing, and she did not have the time to wonder either. Blake chuckled coolly and stood up, patting down

his suit. “You have much to learn, Madam Johnston. 40% is your bottom line, but 50% is mine.

Again, take your time to reconsider. I’m in no hurry to get an answer.” Blake stood up and left. When Blake walked out of the

conference room and passed by the marketing department's office, he suddenly heard a call behind him. “Come quick, Philip!” a

colleague shouted. Philip had had nothing to do, so he went to the washroom, but then he heard someone calling his name as

soon as he walked through the door. Blake frowned deeply, his face instantly ice-cold. He looked at Philip’s smiling face and

imprinted that image into his heart! That was the man! That was Philip Clarke, the one his son had mentioned! The man who had

repeatedly interrupted his plans. They truly were enemies, fated to meet. Philip could feel the intense hostility emanating from the

man behind him as well, and he turned, immediately meeting Blake’s dark look. ‘Haha, he seems pretty unhappy with me.’ Philip

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just glanced at Blake before turning around and talking to his colleague.

Blake’s expression was hard, his heart burning with rage. It took him a lot of effort to control his emotions, but in front of the entire

marketing department, he asked Philip coldly, “Are you Philip Clarke?” Was the old fox that easy to incense? Philip turned to look

at him, asking blankly, “Do you know me?” Everyone in the marketing department was confused. That was Blake Michaels, the

head of the Michaels family from Golden City. He was a mammoth in Golden City’s commercial scene, one of the twenty richest

people in the area! So why was he starting a conversation with Philip, the good-for-nothing wimp? How ridiculous! Blake pulled

himself together and put on a mild smile, saying, “Oh, Houston mentioned you. He said you’re an exemplary employee here at

Beacon. It’s nice to see you today.”

Houston? As if Houston would ever talk about Philip! He wanted Philip’s scalp on a plate! Philip

responded with a fake smile. “Oh, so you’re Mr.

Michaels. You’re exaggerating, I’m just a low-level assistant here at Beacon, nothing near as

impressive as you’re making me sound, Mr. Michaels.” Their little conflict had naturally attracted Wynn

and Minerva’s attention as they walked out of the conference room. The others may not know what was

happening, but Wynn knew perfectly well. She said loudly,

“Let me show you out, Mr. Michaels.” Blake replied coolly, “If you want Michaels Corp to keep investing,

Madam Johnston, let me add another condition to the previous ones. You must fire him!” With that, he

gave Philip a long look and then walked out of the marketing department door.

When Wynn walked past Philip, she frowned slightly and said, “Stay out of this.” She knew what her husband was like, and she

was terrified that he would dash out and sock Blake in the face. Philip raised his brows. “Don’t worry about me.” With that

reassurance, Wynn left. When Philip stared at Philip, he could clearly feel a passionate gaze in the marketing department

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focused on him. The moment he turned, he saw that pretty face looking at him. Minerva had been watching Philip the entire time.

The man had only arrived at the company a few days ago, but he was already well-known throughout Beacon. Although he was

not exactly famous for all the best things, his reputation preceded him nevertheless. To everyone else, Madam Wynn Johnston’s

husband was a good-for-nothing. However, Minerva disagreed. Philip beamed at her, and she responded with a small smile.

Minerva was a woman as mature as a flower in full bloom, a perfect specimen of womanhood! Any man who saw her would

instantly imagine doing unspeakable things to her! She was like a flame that attracted any man to his doom! Philip smiled and did

not hide his gaze, even letting it linger on her collar for a few seconds. That woman was a regular little pixie. What did she have

in mind now? Minerva Cain was no ordinary woman. She naturally understood the burning emotion in Philip’s eyes, and for the

first time, she found him rather intriguing. He sure was being ballsy. She smiled with her eyes, holding his gaze meaningfully

before returning to her office, her heels clacking. Philip looked through the glass window into her office and saw that the woman

was purposely stretching in front of him!