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?”

long time

well, you saved me

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

last time made Marcus grit his teeth

been

had not been holding back, he would have come for

Blake and Houston Michaels saw Philip, both of them quietly took a few steps back and stood in a corner wordlessly. They had unanimously chosen to stand by and watch

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

and politely reached his arms out to

was

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

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

every move,

positioned right now. Len was half a meter away from Wynn, his arms by his sides and

He wore a smile, but the moment

They were both experts!

About equally as strong!

He never expected to see such a skilled young

moves, his

chuckled and was the first to break the silence. “What are you talking about, Madam Johnston? Something feels off about

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