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.

Marcus, and the Old Master is in a right temper. Do you want to come back for a

remained calm

or picked any fights, just doing what

that dethroned Lawrence from his position in the

had turned Capital City

should not have, costing the

lost his status as

to a useless piece

left impotent… The Master

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

“He was maimed?”

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

was that he was

This was his chance!

been cut out of the

up, Lawrence was certain of

not

opportunity he had been waiting for after so long was finally

was his era to shine once

family and relegated to nothing. Starting from

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

change. The corner of his