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

Philip stabbed the scalpel into Marcus’ arm. The sound of

“Ah!”

arm. It was also grinding against his bone. His blood started flowing down from the operating table

madman! You absolute

has no youth,” Philip replied flatly, “Two more

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

Philip’s eyes, Marcus was just

I promise you, the Quaids

agreed

smile on his face. He threw the scalpel and wiped his hands. He said, “Sigh, you would’ve been fine if you had agreed to this sooner. See, you wasted so much

that, Philip took a black pill from out of nowhere. “Here,

Marcus was losing a lot of blood, he was feeling light-headed. However, he knew Philip would not

groaned in pain. When

“Blegh!”

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

pill with five different kinds of poison

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

He did not believe him. Were there such

in a