The First Heir

Finally, Marcus lifted his eyebrows after having a chance to take a breather. He looked at Philip with his bright red eyes. A hint of malice flashed across his lips as he got up from the floor slowly.

His expensive suit was already drenched with all kinds of alcohol and dessert. He looked like he just climbed out from a garbage pile. He looked horrible.

Marcus got up and removed his suit jacket before throwing it on the floor. Then, he pointed at Philip and yelled hysterically, “Do you want to die? Do you know what consequences you have to suffer for kicking me?”

Marcus’ eyes were dark. He was looking at Philip like he was going to devour him.

Yes, he was the second young master of the Quaids and Philip was indeed asking to die by doing that to him.

However, Philip spread his hands and said fearlessly, “That’s the most hilarious joke I’ve ever heard. I’ve already kicked you and you’re still being pretentious in front of me. Don’t you think that’s pointless?

“Consequences? What consequences? I want to know.”

Philip grinned maliciously.

“Alright! You’re ballsy! Just you wait. I’ll let you know who you can’t touch in this world!”

Marcus said frigidly.

“Oh? A threat? I think I’ve heard that before… Right, I think the villains in the movies love using that line.”

Philip laughed mockingly.

Marcus was so mad that he could not speak. He pointed at Philip with rage in his face.

Philip walked over to Houston who was still sitting on the floor and glared at him. That idiot backed away in fear. He did not even care about his image anymore. Then, Philip turned around to look at Marcus and said, “Master Quaid? I’ll address you as such for the time being. I heard you’re from Capital City. A young master from an influential family? Then why aren’t you fighting back after I attacked you? I don’t think this is what your family taught you. I’m standing right here. If you have the guts, come fight me.”

A provocation!

A brazen provocation!

it. What are you waiting

sarcastically. “You p*ssy! So this is what a young master from an

How crude!

could he use these terms at

it was down to

It was not that he did not want to fight back, but if he did, then he would lose his image. However, if he did not do

who refused

master of the Quaids in Capital City. If you cross me, you’ll suffer the most horrible revenge! Plus,

Marcus yelled angrily.

Are you

looked

could afford to offend. They would be able to banish Beacon

His brows were knitted together like he was looking at an idiot.

place, huh? Are all the Quaids idiots? Was the lesson back

His black leather shoes landed firmly against the middle of Marcus’ chest and

Thud!

body had been run over by a bulldozer. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string. Then, he crashed

Blegh!

mouth and nose were filled with the metallic smell and

three of his ribs with that kick.

a choice as

it was

This was insane!