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.

and the Old Master is in a right temper. Do you want to

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

was Lawrence Quaid, the first son of the Capital City 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

that dethroned Lawrence from his position in

had turned

offended someone he should not have,

the same time, Lawrence lost

been reduced to

Lawrence. Apparently, Master Marcus was maimed and left impotent… The

end was trembling as it briefly described all

“He was maimed?”

stony-faced. Even after receiving such a piece of news,

that he

This was his chance!

Quaid had been cut

up, Lawrence was certain of one

not

he had been waiting

was his era to

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 and taking back all that

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

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