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.

Lawrence, there’s a call from home. Something happened to Master Marcus, and the Old Master is

finally shifted slightly at that report, but his voice remained calm

Quaid family. He had the 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

years ago that dethroned Lawrence from

turned Capital City

that Lawrence had offended someone he should not have, costing the Quaids the right to plant their next generations into the

Lawrence lost his

had been reduced to

Master Marcus was maimed and left impotent…

trembling as it briefly described

“He was maimed?”

was stony-faced. Even after receiving such a piece of

could see was that he

This was his chance!

cut out of the

up, Lawrence was certain of one

was not

waiting for after so long was finally

era to shine once

years ago, he was 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 fangs

name suggested. No one knew the real him,

began to change. The corner of his lips slowly began to crease, and his loud laughter rang out through the