The First Heir

There was instant silence on the other end, followed by a wave of pressure like an earthquake!

This was no trivial matter. It threatened the future of the Quaid family legacy!

Furthermore, Marcus was the family’s brightest hope for the next generation.

“Find out who did it, and kill them!”

The voice on the other end roared with the aura of a king, followed by, “And send Marcus back here at once!”

“Yes, sir!”

Len responded and ended the call, wiping the cold sweat from his brow.

Since the master had given him an order, he just had to carry it out.

Capital City was a busy international metropolitan where cash and alcohol flowed freely.

Right now, a few rays of moonlight were shining through the windows into a dark room in a villa. Inside, a young man in a wheelchair was looking out of the window expressionlessly. His gaze was dark, but no one could read what he was thinking.

Just then, his phone rang.

The handsome young man glanced at the caller ID and frowned slightly. After a moment’s thought, he accepted the call.

from home. Something happened to Master Marcus, and the Old Master is in

voice remained calm as

he never caused any trouble or picked any fights, just doing what he had to do. He was the

happened many years ago that dethroned Lawrence from

incident had turned

had offended someone he should not have, costing the Quaids the right to plant their

Lawrence lost

reduced to a

impotent… The Master has sent Sir Len to make the necessary

trembling as it briefly

“He was maimed?”

such a piece

that he

This was his chance!

had been cut out of the

hung up,

not

he had been waiting for after so long

era

and relegated to nothing. Starting from now, however, he was going to transform into a hunting

suggested. No one knew the real him, or rather, everyone

finally began to change. The corner of his lips slowly began to crease, and his