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 now. He came in and feigned ignorance,

well, you saved me the trouble of going to

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

time made Marcus grit

had never been so embarrassed

he would have

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

you come to Riverdale? Why didn’t you tell

reached his arms out to Marcus, giving

perplexed. What was Philip planning

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

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

Len’s every move, and

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

was standing next to Marcus, about half an arm’s length away. He wore a smile,

They were both experts!

About equally as strong!

shocked. He never expected to see

any sudden moves, his eyes slightly narrowed as

are you talking about,

a drowning person grasping desperately onto a raft. She kept giving Philip signals with her