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.

call from home. Something happened to Master Marcus, and the Old Master is in a right temper. Do you

that report, but his voice remained calm

same gentlemanly vibe his name suggested, and he never caused any trouble or picked any fights, just doing what he had to do. He was the number one candidate for the next head of the

ago that dethroned Lawrence from his position

turned Capital City

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

the same time, Lawrence lost his status

to a useless piece

Apparently, Master Marcus was maimed and left impotent… The Master has sent Sir Len

voice on the other end was trembling as it briefly described all that had

“He was maimed?”

Even after receiving such a piece of news,

was that he was positively elated

This was his chance!

been cut out

hung up, Lawrence was certain of one

Quaid family was not

he had been waiting for after so long was finally

his era to

forced out of his privileged position at the center of the family and relegated to nothing. Starting from now, however, he was going to transform into a hunting hound, baring his

Quaid was as gentlemanly as his name suggested. No one knew the real him, or

mused the situation over, his expression finally began to change. The corner of his lips slowly began to crease, and his loud laughter rang