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?”

a long time now. He came in and feigned ignorance,

well, you saved me the trouble of going to

life the moment Philip barged in. He pointed at Philip, his

of what happened last time made Marcus

been

back, he would have

them quietly took a few steps back and stood in a corner wordlessly. They had unanimously chosen to stand by and watch this

did you come to Riverdale? Why didn’t you tell

heartily and politely reached his arms

was perplexed. What was Philip

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

never taken Marcus Quaid seriously. From the moment he walked through the door, he only had eyes for

every move,

a meter away from Wynn, his arms by his sides and his eyes narrowed, twinkling with

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

They were both experts!

About equally as strong!

never expected to see such

not make any sudden moves, his eyes slightly

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

Philip signals with her eyes as she