The First Heir

“You can’t do this! I’ll die!”

Marcus yelled, “Hurry, call the doctor! If I die, you won’t be able to live as well!”

He did not want to die. He was still young. Plus, he was the second young master of the Quaids and the number one candidate to inherit the entire Quaid family!

Marcus could not die with no valid reasons in a small place like Riverdale!

Pain!

There was excruciating pain in his stomach!

Why did the anesthesia stop working? Why?

Philip chuckled coldly. He held the bloody scalpel in his hand and traced it from Marcus’ stomach to his heart. He said, “Master Quaid, do you still not understand the situation you’re in?”

Philip lifted his head to look at the clock on the wall. He laughed slowly and said, “30 seconds have passed. You have four and a half minutes now. Oh, four minutes and 20 seconds. What are you doing to do? Why is the second young master of the Quaids hesitating? This is your life. You have to think carefully.”

When he heard this, Marcus was so scared that he felt like he was on the brink of death. However, he was still holding on. He glared at Philip and said, “In your dreams! The Quaids will not retreat from Riverdale! If I die, you won’t have a good life as well! You, your wh*re of a wife, and Beacon will all be buried along with me!”

lips and shook his head. He said coldly, “Tsk tsk, you’re so ungrateful

Marcus’ arm. The sound

“Ah!”

gasping furiously. He looked at the scalpel that was firmly planted in his arm. It was also grinding against his bone. His blood started

You absolute

no youth,” Philip replied flatly, “Two more

when he heard that. He could feel the coldness emitting from Philip’s body. Plus, when he looked into Philip’s eyes, he could clearly

in Philip’s eyes, Marcus was just

the Quaids will retreat

was terrified. He agreed

his hands. He said, “Sigh,

black pill from out of nowhere. “Here, eat this and everything will come to

feeling light-headed. However, he knew Philip would not be so kind.

Marcus’ mouth and slapped him on the chest. Then, Marcus groaned in pain.

“Blegh!”

could not. He could only

with five different kinds of

on your promise, you’ll die from

him. Were there such things in this

you think you’re in a martial