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

Well, well, you saved me

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

what happened last time made Marcus grit his

never been

back, he would have come for revenge a long while

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

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

heartily and politely reached his arms out to Marcus,

perplexed. What was Philip

dust off his expensive suit. “Get away

From the moment he walked through the door, he only had eyes for the

Len’s every move,

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

arm’s length away. He wore

They were both experts!

About equally as strong!

was shocked. He never expected to see such

make any sudden moves, his eyes slightly narrowed as he stared at

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

right now, like a drowning person grasping desperately onto a raft. She kept giving Philip signals with her eyes