The First Heir

Marcus stepped out of the Lincoln limo and tugged at his suit, looking up at the skyscraper in front of him. There was a cold smile on his lips.

Behind him stood Len, Blake, Houston and the others.

The security guards at Beacon hurriedly approached them with a bow when they saw this line-up.

Blake invited Marcus into Beacon’s building with a gentlemanly bow, as though he truly owned the place.

As for the young beautiful girls at the reception, when they saw that the visitors were Mr. Blake Michaels, the vice-chairman, and another extremely eye-catching young man, their first instinct was naturally to contact the chairwoman’s secretary.

Soon enough, the news that Blake was here with a mysterious young man spread all throughout Beacon.

Philip was in a good mood today. He was chatting idly with the other members of the marketing department, watching live streams with Julia Jones and the others as they snacked and gossiped. Just then, they saw Nina and a few others run out of the door.

“Huh? Where’s Nina going in such a hurry?”

cocked her head and

He had not exposed Nina for who she was yet, and the two

and he stared at the door, his entire body emanating waves

taken aback by the sudden change

marketing department entrance, smiling brightly as she led another

of them was Marcus

Why was he here?

a white suit and an attitude, followed by that old fox Blake Michaels and his punk son

The only one who gave Philip any sort of pressure was the old man in the gray suit with his hands behind his back,

even as he smiled. The aura coming off from him was

Philip was not blind.

a fighter, with his hooked nose, wide forehead, upturned

He could abruptly sense that these visitors

chairwoman’s office, Wynn was busying herself with company affairs after her hospital discharge a few

black dress with a belt at the waist and a cherry-red blazer.