The First Heir

“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.

was all curled up in a corner of the room, armed with the bedside lamp. Her face was stained with tears as she howled hoarsely,

“Help! Help, save me!”

only sounds in the large presidential suite

watched as he approached her, one step at a time. Despair filled her

she wished someone could save her

her in the corner. He had been waiting for this moment for so

threw her roughly onto the bed and then pressed his body over hers, trapping

kept trying to fight, kept screaming at the

last second, she

Bam!

Crash!

tremendous

squeezed shut, but she felt Marcus’s weight suddenly disappear from above her. Her eyes flew open, and she saw a large and powerful body standing over her, emanating flames

spew flames as he glared at Marcus, whom he had sent flying with

before been so

wanted to

landmine that would kill anyone

rapid motion, he grabbed the covers and blanketed her body with it. He then bent over and hugged her shoulders, soothing her.

tightly, feeling the very real warmth of real embrace around her. Her body was

It was

Everything is alright

Philip kept consoling her.

pushed back the hair that had

stood up and walked over to Marcus, who was still

“Why are you here?!”

He seemed to have broken a few ribs, and it hurt so bad that he still could not get

had not even seen how Philip managed to get

man a

Smack!