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

for who she was yet, and the two of them

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

by the sudden change in

Nina reappeared at the marketing department entrance, smiling brightly as she led another group of six

them was Marcus

Why was he here?

attitude, followed by that old

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

even as he smiled. The aura coming off

Philip was not blind.

fighter, with his hooked nose, wide forehead, upturned eyes, and

He could abruptly sense that these

with company affairs after her hospital discharge a few days

the waist and a cherry-red blazer. Her make-up beautifully emphasized her eyes, and her hair fell over her shoulders in