The First Heir

Chapter 645

“S-She…”

Bang bang!

There were two consecutive gunshots!

Philip quickly swung the man in front of him like a shield, and the two bullets sunk into the assassin’s back!

His female colleague had made her move. Since her first attempt did not work, she did not linger, leaving in the blink of an eye.

Philip frowned deeply, looking at the man in shades. The latter was lying on the ground with blood bubbling out of his mouth, so Philip knew that he was not getting any answers there.

He quickly called Rick and soon found his answer.

Curse that Marcus Quaid!

Curse the entire Quaid family!

Had the previous incident not taught them anything?!

How dare they try something like this!

At a presidential suite at United International Hotel.

“Hehe, give it up, Wynn. I promise I’ll treat you well.”

Marcus was holding a piece of Wynn’s dress that he had torn off her body. He brought it to his nostrils and took a deep whiff before spreading his lips into a creepy grin.

up in a corner of the room, armed with the bedside lamp. Her face was stained with tears as she howled hoarsely, “Go away! Don’t

“Help! Help, save me!”

sounds in the large presidential suite

as he approached her, one step at a time. Despair filled her heart, and tears continued to trickle from her

wished someone could save her right now.

corner. He had been waiting for this moment for so long, and now he was finally

onto the bed and then pressed

screaming at the top

last second,

Bam!

Crash!

was a tremendous

but she felt Marcus’s weight suddenly disappear from above her. Her eyes flew open, and she saw a

eyes threatening to spew flames as he glared at Marcus, whom he

before been

never before wanted to kill

a landmine that would kill anyone

the covers and blanketed her body with it. He then bent over

very real warmth of real

was here. It was

alright. Everything

Philip kept consoling her.

let go when Wynn calmed down slightly. He pushed back the hair that had fallen over her forehead and said gently, “Leave the rest

that, Philip stood up and walked over to Marcus, who was still groaning

“Why are you here?!”

ribs, and it hurt so bad that he still could not get

had not even seen

this man a

Smack!

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