Chapter 73

“Wait, Philip, hold on. Why the rush? It’s not always that we get to meet old classmates. Let’s talk for a little longer.” Wesley ran after him. Philip’s eyebrows furrowed further, his expression darkening. There was little he and Wesley Warren had in common. Philip would very much rather not deal with old classmates like him anymore. They had changed—changed into people of greater statuses. Philip shook his head and said coldly, “Back then, you were but a piece of trash to me, Wesley Warren. Though I did not expect that you’d still be a piece of trash now.” Wesley froze. “What did you say?” He did not expect a sentence like that to come out from the mouth of a good-for-nothing like Philip Clarke. He called him a piece of trash? Who was the real piece of trash here? “You think that now you’re the manager of Arc de Triumph, you’re at the top of the world? So cool now, are you? So you’re showing it off to rub it in my face? What’s wrong with us delivery boys? You think you’re