The Man with Big Fortune novel Chapter 6

Philip casually made a call to George Thomas. "George, help me check for the latest projects that Wynn Johnston is handling within Beacon Pharmaceutical. I s there a million-dollar order? Let me know who is the client and the person in charge."

From the other end came George's respectful voice, saying, "Young Master, Beacon Pharmaceutical is one of the companies that the Clarke family invests in. I’ll get President Hall of Beacon to visit you personally."

Huh? Beacon Pharmaceutical is actually one of the companies our family invests in? My dad is too awesome!

Philip suddenly regretted not inheriting the family business earlier.

"No need to. Investigate quickly and have the client smoothen the whole process so that they won’t give Wynn a hard time," said Philip calmly.

"Young Master, I recommend you to just buy over that client's company. You don’t lack the money," George suggested.

What the f*ck! Buy over? As expected of a butler from a wealthy family. Oh George, old man, do you really talk this big now?

"It's called being low profile, do you understand? If I wanted to buy it, would I have waited until now?"

Philip answered indignantly.

"Alright, Young Master. Please give me ten minutes,” George said sheepishly.

As soon as he hung up, George immediately got his secretary to contact Beacon Pharmaceutical's chairman, Derrick Hall.

When Derrick received the call from George's secretary, he was trembling with excitement." President Thomas, do you need me for something?" It was a call from the richest man in Riverdale City! The chairman of Apex Group! Countless people wished to have a meal with him.

"President Hall, it's not me who wants something from you, but my young master." George's voice sounded calm through the phone, but his tone was forbidding. He was, after all, the richest man in Riverdale City! He had to sound respectful in front of the young master, but toward other people, he was the boss! And a boss naturally needed to behave like one.

"Young... Young Master?" Derrick was currently sitting inside the president's office of Beacon Tower, stunned as he started to break out in cold sweat.

President Thomas' young master! The richest man in the city still had a young master! That was just too scary!

"Then, what would the young lord like from me?" Derrick asked carefully, terrified of enraging George if he was not cautious enough.

"There's a Wynn Johnston in your company. Who is the client she has been in contact with lately?" asked George.

Derrick knew Wynn Johnston. She was the deputy manager of the marketing department, a strong woman, and he had had his eyes on her for a long time now. But sadly, she was married, although it did not matter.

Derrick immediately jogged over to the marketing department with his head drenched in sweat. When the staff of the Beacon Pharmaceutical marketing department saw Derrick, they all kept quiet.

"Where is Deputy Manager Johnston?" asked Derrick.

"She went out for a business discussion," a staff member answered.

"Who is the client?" asked Derrick.

"Manager Maury Warren of Victory Pharmaceutical," the staff member answered.

Derrick brought the phone back up, turned around, and respectfully reported, "President Thomas, it's Maury Warren from Victory Pharmaceutical."

"Alright, got it." George directly hung up after that. Next up, George used his own authority to give Victory Pharmaceutical a warning. He had served as a butler for so many years now, he could naturally figure out what his young master was thinking. This Maury Warren from Victory Pharmaceutical must have

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Six minutes later, Philip who was making his way to the hospital received a call from George. "Young Master, everything has been taken care of."

"Okay. Don't tell Wynn about this, and shut everyone else up. I don’t want to hear even a peep about it," said Philip.

"Understood, Young Master. Low profile." George chuckled.

After hanging up, Philip looked at the hospital building in front of him and smiled bitterly. Oh, Wynn, you keep saying that I can’t help you. I'm telling you now that I can assist you with simply one sentence. If you ever found out one day that I've been supporting you, how would you react? 2

Moving back to the Western restaurant on the sixth floor of Hilton Hotel. Maury Warren had had too much to drink and now his hands were starting to misbehave.

"Deputy Manager Johnston, you just keep eating but you won’t touch your wine. Are you looking down on m e?" Maury put on a long face, his voice sounding dark.

Wynn flashed an apologetic smile and explained," Manager Warren, you’re mistaken. I'm just unwell these few days, so I can’t drink alcohol.” This shitty fatso keeps trying to touch me, he's so irritating!

"Hmph! Since you've put it that way, I don’t think there's anything for us to talk about anymore." Maury snorted before threatening Wynn. "Deputy Manager Johnston, you should know that not only Beacon is trying to cooperate with us. There are a lot of people begging to see me."