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!

are you

coldly. When he saw Marcus not moving, he guffawed sarcastically. “You p*ssy! So this is what a young master from an influential

How crude!

these terms at

it was down to

if he did, then he would lose his

a guy who refused

don’t be so conceited. I’m the second young master of the Quaids in Capital City. If you cross me, you’ll suffer the

Marcus yelled angrily.

Are you

when he looked at Philip

one could afford to offend. They would be able to

at Marcus. His brows were knitted together like he was looking

Are all the Quaids idiots? Was the

that, he lifted his leg again. His black leather shoes landed firmly against the

Thud!

bulldozer. He flew backward like a kite

Blegh!

blood. His mouth and nose were filled with the metallic smell and taste

ribs with that kick. Even his

have a choice as he remembered

it was related to

This was insane!