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?”

for a long time now.

Well, well, you saved me the trouble of going

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

thought of what happened last time

never been so embarrassed

his family had not been holding back, he would have come for

Michaels saw Philip, both of them quietly took a few steps back and

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

and politely reached his arms out

was perplexed. What was Philip

off his expensive suit.

Philip had never taken Marcus Quaid seriously. From the moment he walked through

every move,

half a meter away from Wynn, his arms by

to Marcus, about half an arm’s length away. He wore a smile, but the moment his gaze met Len’s, both of them

They were both experts!

About equally as strong!

to see such a skilled young man in

any sudden moves, his eyes slightly narrowed as

first to break the silence. “What are

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