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?”

her head and

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

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

aback by the sudden change in Philip’s demeanor and rendered temporarily

entrance, smiling brightly as

them was Marcus

Why was he here?

noticed Marcus, clad in a white suit and an attitude, followed by that old fox Blake Michaels and

them. The only one who gave Philip any sort of pressure was the old man

man was intimidating even as he smiled. The aura

Philip was not blind.

man was a fighter, with his hooked nose, wide forehead, upturned eyes, and thin

could abruptly sense that

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

figure-hugging long black dress with a belt at the waist and a cherry-red blazer. Her make-up beautifully emphasized her eyes, and her hair fell over her shoulders in