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?”

outside for a long time now. He

me the trouble of

flared to life the moment Philip barged in. He pointed at Philip, his expression instantly

last time

had never been so

back, he would have come for revenge

saw Philip, both of them quietly took a few steps back and

my, Master Quaid! When did you come to Riverdale? Why didn’t you tell

heartily and politely reached his arms out

perplexed. What was Philip planning this

dust off his

seriously. From the moment he

every move, and

positioned right now. Len was half a meter away from Wynn, his arms by his sides and his eyes narrowed, twinkling with

half an arm’s length away. He wore a smile, but the moment his gaze met

They were both experts!

About equally as strong!

was shocked. He never expected to see such a skilled young

sudden moves, his eyes slightly narrowed as

chuckled and was the first to break the silence. “What are you talking about,

desperately onto a raft. She kept giving Philip signals with her eyes as she said coolly, “The Quaids want to purchase Beacon, but