The First Heir

Philip carried Wynn out of the hotel.

At the door, Rick gave them a glance before he left as well.

Soon, Theo reached the scene, but what he saw immediately gave him a headache.

That was the second young master of the Quaid family from Capital City!

This was going to be a big deal!

A storm was coming right for Riverdale soon.

“What should we do, Theo? This is Master Marcus Quaid from Capital City.”

Tiger stood next to Theo, his large body looking awkward as he scratched the back of his head helplessly.

Theo frowned slightly, his eyes focused on Marcus, who lay unconscious in the room. He sighed in exasperation.

“Send him away. Things will get messy soon, so tell our men to prepare.”

Theo said, his expression determined.

He was not going to betray Philip. Way back then, he had acknowledged Philip as his leader.

Even if a bloody tragedy ensued, he was going to have Philip’s back!

After that battle in the villa, Theo’s determination had only strengthened further.

Philip had hailed a cab and brought Wynn back to

took a long hot bath in the master bedroom, desperately trying to wash the filth off her body. At

washing herself, Philip enthusiastically offered

some tea. It’s good for soothing your

“Right, thanks.”

still dripping wet. She took a few sips of the tea

up on the couch in a daze, looking at the night outside the window without

would be able to calm down so

“Thank you, honey.”

suddenly resounded in

embrace, rubbing her back tenderly. His voice was gentle as he said, “No need to thank

blankly, pulling at the corners of her white lips. All of a sudden,

the matter? Does it hurt anywhere? Shall I call the

barraged her with

shook her head and looked into his eyes, her gaze calm as she said, “I’m fine, but

that Wynn had noticed something. He tugged at the corners of his lips and rambled, “You can ask me later. What you need right now is rest. I’ll help you handle things at work, and don’t worry about the Quaids either. I have

ignored his babble and asked him seriously, “Who

grinned. “I’m me, of course.

to touch her forehead, but Wynn gripped his hand like a helpless little girl. Her eyes were full of fear as she looked at Philip. “Give me a proper

Wynn felt as though she had

he owned a restaurant, then he turned out to be the young master of the Clarke

giving her one

not even know who he really

that her husband was no ordinary

the villa that night, Wynn was even more certain that Philip’s family situation was extremely