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!”

and shook his head. He said

scalpel into Marcus’ arm. The sound of the

“Ah!”

looked at the scalpel that was firmly planted in his arm. It was also grinding against his bone. His blood started flowing down from the operating table to the floor like running

You absolute madman!”

frivolous has no youth,” Philip replied flatly,

heard that. He could feel the coldness emitting from Philip’s body. Plus, when he looked into Philip’s eyes, he could clearly see that Philip was not afraid of

in Philip’s eyes, Marcus was

the Quaids will retreat

was terrified. He agreed while grinding

said,

of nowhere. “Here, eat this and everything will come to

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

Then, Marcus groaned in pain. When he opened his mouth,

“Blegh!”

vomit, but he could not. He could only glare at Philip and ask, “What did

pill with five different

a fake smile, “If you go back on your promise, you’ll die from ulceration on

He did not believe him. Were there such things in

you think you’re in