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.

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

expression finally shifted slightly at that report, but his voice remained calm as he asked, “By Master Marcus, you mean

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 number one candidate for the next head of the family, and

dethroned Lawrence from his position in the

had turned Capital

circles said that Lawrence had offended someone he should not have, costing the Quaids the right to plant their

the same time, Lawrence lost his status

had been reduced to a useless piece

maimed and left impotent… The Master has

was trembling as it briefly described all that

“He was maimed?”

such a piece of news, his

could see was that he was

This was his chance!

had been cut

soon as he hung up, Lawrence was certain of one

was not going to sleep

waiting for after so long was

was his era to

to nothing. Starting from now, however, he was going to transform into a hunting hound, baring

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

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