The First Heir

Marcus stood up and held his hands behind his back, telling the old man Len next to him, “Uncle Len, take her away.”

Len nodded slightly.

Wynn saw the old man take one step after another toward her, the pressure rolling off him in dangerous waves!

“Sorry, girl.”

With that, Len reached his hand out and grabbed Wynn!

Just then, the door to the chairperson’s office flew open. Philip stumbled in, smiling sheepishly. “You asked for me, Madam Johnston?”

They were at work, after all. He should not call her honey.

Everyone in the office froze and stared at Philip, who was standing at the door.

Some of the gazes were enraged, others suspicious, nervous, grateful, confused…

As for Philip, he just walked in obediently and closed the door behind him.

“Um, Madam Johnston, what’s happening here?”

for a long time now. He

saved me the trouble of going

Marcus’ chest flared to life the moment Philip barged in. He pointed

happened last time made Marcus grit

been so

his family had not been holding back, he would have

steps back and stood in a corner wordlessly. They had unanimously chosen to stand by and

come to Riverdale? Why didn’t you tell me in advance? I would’ve come

and politely reached his arms out to

What was Philip planning this

aside, patting the dust off his expensive suit. “Get away from me! Know your

Philip had never taken Marcus Quaid seriously. From the moment he

every

was half a meter away from Wynn, his arms by his sides and his eyes narrowed,

Philip was standing next to Marcus, about half an arm’s length away. He wore a smile, but

They were both experts!

About equally as strong!

see such a skilled young

not make any sudden moves, his eyes slightly narrowed

break the silence. “What are you talking about, Madam Johnston? Something feels off

drowning person grasping desperately onto a raft. She kept giving Philip signals with her eyes as