The First Heir

Philip was holding a syringe in his hand. Then, he stabbed it into Marcus’ thigh. He said with a cold smirk on his face, “Don’t worry. It’s just anesthetic.”

After Marcus heard this, his brain started to buzz. He struggled to roll down to the floor from the operating table. With a loud crash, he fell horribly. He thought he was going to die from the pain.

Philip sat on the stool nonchalantly. He crossed his legs, and his hands were on his hips. He looked at Marcus who was crawling to the door with a fake smile on his face.

Marcus’ face was pale and his eyes were red. He clutched his chest and crawled toward the door of the operating room slowly. He yelled with all his might, “Doctor! Doctor! Help…”

Marcus reached out his pale hand and looked at the door that was locked. He could almost reach it when the anesthetic started taking effect. He felt limp before he lost consciousness. His eyelids were also heavy with sleep.

He kept screaming in his heart, ‘Don’t fall asleep! Don’t fall asleep! You’ll die if you do!’

Philip was sitting at one side. When he saw the anesthetic taking effect, he chuckled coldly and looked at Marcus who was lying on the floor. He said, “You reckless fool.”

Marcus took in a sharp breath. He almost passed out from fear.

“Stop playing dead. We should talk.”

Philip clapped his hands and picked up a scalpel.

“W-What are you doing? I’m the second young master of the Quaid family! You’ll only get endless vengeance from the Quaids if you do this!”

was frantic. That guy was not a weak fool. He had misjudged

Quaids are just scum to me,”

The person in front of him

“W-What do you want?”

that. Did Philip have some powerful backers? Was that why he was not afraid of the

no Clarkes in Capital City. There was indeed a small family, but

of Capital

a small company with a net worth of hundreds of billions. They were

you’re the fish and I’m the butcher. You have to think carefully before agreeing to my conditions

Philip smirked slyly.

the scalpel in Philip’s hand, Marcus’ entire body felt cold. He had never been treated like this before. This was the

“What do you want?”

after all. He had extreme

not bad. What a noble young master

chortled shamelessly. “It’s easy. I want the Quaids out of Riverdale. I don’t want any traces of

your dreams!” Marcus

Quaids had been plotting for so many years and they have had their eyes on Riverdale for so long. It would be a

Quaid, I’m negotiating with you now. Do you think

a coldness