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.

Well, well, you saved me the

life the moment Philip barged in. He pointed

what happened last time made

had never been so

had not been holding back, he would have come for revenge

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

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

heartily and politely reached his arms out to Marcus,

was Philip planning

the dust off his

moment he walked through

every move, and

away from Wynn, his arms by his sides and his eyes

next to Marcus, about half an arm’s length away. He wore a smile, but the moment his gaze met Len’s, both of

They were both experts!

About equally as strong!

shocked. He never expected to see such a skilled young

not make any sudden moves, his eyes

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

a drowning person grasping desperately onto a raft. She kept giving Philip signals with her eyes as she said coolly, “The