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!”

That guy was not a weak fool.

can stand in front of you, that means I have my own ways. The Quaids are just scum to me,” Philip said in an icy tone. The scalpel in his hand was glinting eerily. Marcus shuddered in fear as he lay on the operating

was struggling uncontrollably. The person in front of him was the

“W-What do you want?”

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

Capital City. There was indeed a small

of Capital

just a small company with a net worth of hundreds of billions.

Quaid, you’re the fish and I’m the butcher. You have to think

Philip smirked slyly.

in Philip’s hand, Marcus’ entire body felt cold. He had never been treated like this before. This was the biggest humiliation he had to suffer in his 20 plus years

“What do you want?”

Capital City after all. He had extreme patience and temperament. He was

bad. What a noble young master from

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

your dreams!” Marcus yelled

an unprecedented opportunity for development. The Quaids had been plotting for so many years and they have

negotiating with you now. Do you think your attitude

pouted. There was a