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?”

had been standing outside for a long time now. He

you saved me

embers of rage in Marcus’ chest flared to life the moment

the mere thought of what happened last time made Marcus grit his

had never been so embarrassed

holding back, he would have come for

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

Master Quaid! When did you come to Riverdale? Why didn’t you tell me in advance?

and politely reached his arms out to Marcus, giving

was Philip planning

his expensive suit. “Get away

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

watched Len’s every

now. Len was half a meter away from Wynn, his arms by

arm’s length away. He wore a smile,

They were both experts!

About equally as strong!

see such a skilled young

his eyes

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

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