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?”

outside for a long time now. He came in and

saved me the trouble of going to

life the moment Philip

the mere thought of what happened last time

never been so embarrassed

holding back, he

took a few steps back and stood in a corner wordlessly. They

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

arms out to Marcus, giving the

perplexed. What was Philip

off his

Marcus Quaid seriously. From the moment he walked through the door,

watched Len’s every move,

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

half an arm’s length away. He wore a smile, but the moment his gaze

They were both experts!

About equally as strong!

expected to see such a

moves, his eyes slightly narrowed as he stared at

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

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