The First Heir

After Philip and Theo left, Trent picked up the phone to call Quentin.

“Trent, where is he?” Quentin was in a bad temper and asked directly in a cold voice.

“Quentin, I advise you to stop while you can. The person Marcus offended is not someone you can afford to provoke.”

Trent did not want to ruin his relationship with Quentin. After all, he belonged to the Quaid family of Capital City and had immense power as well as a profound background.

Although the two were very close at one time, they parted ways because of an incident.

“What are you talking about? Is there someone I can’t afford to offend? Are you afraid to catch that person? Fine! I’ll personally bring my men to Riverdale!” Quentin was furious and roared angrily.

However, on the phone, Trent just replied solemnly, “Quentin Quaid! This world is not owned by your Quaid family! There are larger forces out there! Don’t forget how your eldest son was incapacitated back then!”

Lawrence?

Hearing this, Quentin trembled all over as the scenes from eight years ago flashed quickly in his mind.

Following that, the anger in his heart intensified!

Had that person returned?

No way!

Absolutely impossible!

Quentin roared, “What happened eight years ago, I won’t let it happen again. This time, I’ll destroy whoever stands in my way! I want to see just who you’re so afraid of!”

Slam!

hung up the phone angrily, not wanting to listen to the second half of

I

butler, his face covered with frost as

asked tremblingly, “Old Master, are you sure you want to do that?

was scared. The old master was really angry this time, but once this matter was exposed,

with a wave of

“Yes… Okay.”

butler had no choice

the table while his eyes flashed menacingly. He

the other side a few hours later, Philip’s motorcade arrived

metropolis full of hustle and bustle

the largest international metropolis in the

soil of wealth

not been here

as he looked at the scenery outside

wondered if those people he knew still

where are we going first?” Theo asked respectfully from the front

dojo,” Philip said lightly, his eyes

him, was still expressionless and lazy with no trace of worry at

glanced at him hurriedly,

next to Mr. Clarke was a very powerful man, but in the face of this

suspicions and doubts but said

soon, the convoy

of the Japanese-style building, there was a woman wearing a cherry blossom kimono and wooden clogs. She was constantly bending over and nodding