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?”

been standing outside for a long time

saved me

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

last time made Marcus grit his teeth

had never been

back, he would have come for revenge a long

Houston Michaels saw Philip, both of them quietly took a few steps back and stood in a corner wordlessly.

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

and politely reached his arms out to Marcus, giving the latter

What was Philip planning this

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

taken Marcus Quaid seriously. From the moment he walked through the door, he only had eyes for the old man,

every move,

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

length away. He wore a smile, but the moment

They were both experts!

About equally as strong!

was shocked. He never expected to see such a skilled

any sudden moves, his eyes

are you talking

onto a raft. She kept giving Philip signals with her eyes as she