All Chapters of The First Heir: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Patrick stood up abruptly from his chair. His eyes were wide open and his breathing was rapid. Who could have a bank balance of one hundred billion? Not to mention, that person had shown up at his small little branch! If he could get even a hundred million worth of financial investment, he would no longer have to work throughout the year! Moreover, there was a chance he would get promoted to become a branch president the following year! In the case that this big customer pumped in money into his branch, his performance for the year would skyrocket! It just so happened that a few days ago, during a meeting at the head office, his branch had been specifically criticized for poor performance in terms of customer deposits. They were in last place compared to all the other branches! Patrick had been very troubled by the matter. If it continued, he would be fired as the branch manager! Without thinking twice, Patrick trotted out. “Quick, take me to him!” When he arrived i

Such a man was simply the prince charming of every woman! His wife was too blissful and fortunate. The bank teller on duty felt envious as jealousy began to well up in her. “Hurry up with the process. I have to go grocery shopping with my wife,” Philip said calmly. Patrick was taken aback. Nevertheless, his face had a bright smile on it as he instructed Yolanda to process the transaction on the spot. Philip only needed to provide them his ID card to authorize the transaction. That was the so-called VIP treatment! One billion in deposits! It was an accomplishment that Patrick never imagined he would achieve in his lifetime! With such an achievement, the following year’s branch presidency would definitely be his! “Mr. Clarke, your wife is very fortunate indeed to have a husband like you,” Patrick complimented. Philip merely responded with a faint smile. After everything was done, he left. When Patrick returned to the main lobby, he explained to Martha, “Auntie, I’m

Upon hearing the unpleasant words of the crowd, Philip’s face darkened along with his frown. Al was extremely annoyed with Philip’s indifferent and innocent look. Hence, he kicked him again, pointed at his nose, and said viciously, “D*mn brat, couldn’t you have found another woman? There are so many women in the red light district, but you touched mine instead. Are you trying to court death!” Philip’s eyes were full of daggers. He glared at the sobbing woman next to Al and said coldly, “Tell them that you’re the one who broke into the room!” Tears were running down the woman’s face as she cried miserably. She pointed at Philip and retorted, “Big Al, he’s spouting nonsense. He couldn’t stop staring at my legs just now and said... he said my *ss is perky and would love to get on with me. When I was in the bathroom, I wasn’t expecting him to pounce on me and grab me from behind. He then dragged me into this room. I… I was nearly…” “You’re still trying to put on an act?” Al fumed a

On the top floor, in a room several hundred square meters wide, there was a huge electronic display screen. George Thomas bent over from his waist and stood in front of the screen. His stature was respectful as he faced an old man sitting in a wheelchair; the man in the wheelchair had a breathing mask over his face. “Old Master, Young Master is in trouble.” George’s voice was trembling as he spoke. On the screen, the old man merely raised his hand slightly and moved a few fingers. Only then was an old and weak voice heard, “Don’t be too ostentatious. Let Reed handle this matter.” “Yes, Old Master,” George acknowledged respectfully. He paused for a moment before asking, “Old Master, do we need to let Young Master know about the matter with Miss Sommerset?” A moment of silence ensued. The old man sighed and replied, “That girl is simply too arrogant. Let Phil handle the matter on his own, cough, cough…” The electronic screen turned off; George turned around with Julian an

“Director Wade, this old man shall thank you then. Next year, I plan to invest in the construction of a police school to support the social development of Riverdale,” George said. Gulp! Deaton was dumbfounded! A police school?! It was shocking! Too astounding! “Thank you for your great support toward our work! I’ll handle the matter personally. Please wait for a moment, and I’ll definitely give you a satisfactory answer!” Deaton hurriedly thanked George before hanging up the phone. He then took a long breath and recovered from the shock. Afterward, Deaton hastily donned his hat and prepared to go out. Apart from excitement, there was also anger! To have randomly arrested the young master of Mr. Thomas, his men were too reckless! At this time, the phone on his desk rang again. Deaton was already very anxious. He grabbed the receiver and asked impatiently, “Who is this? Can’t you call back later?” His tone was extremely unfriendly. Unexpectedly, a cold snort cam