The First Heir

Crack!

Suddenly, the weather over Capital City changed drastically!

In the sky, thunder rumbled and its intensity was frightening!

Bolts of lightning flashed across the sky, weaving among the thick dark clouds like winding dragons!

Enormous, thick dark clouds covered the entire sky over Capital City in an instant!

It grew dark all of a sudden.

The lightning that pierced through the heavens directly illuminated the entire Quaid Manor and also illuminated Quentin’s face!

There was anger, frigidity, and endless killing intent!

As the patriarch of the Quaid family, Quentin had fought for decades before he finally took that position. It was the golden time for him to shine. How could he be scared by the words of an ignorant brat like Philip?!

“Annihilate the Quaid family? You’re the first person to utter those words! Audacious!”

A ferocious beast-like roar erupted from Quentin’s chest.

Behind him, dozens of special guards quickly closed the circle.

At the same time, in the entire manor, a steady stream of people came from the surroundings until the place was congested.

Swoosh!

Big raindrops started to fall until they formed a curtain!

Click!

black umbrella and stood beside Philip, shielding him from

naturally opened an

the manor, two killing

of outsiders,

Quaid Manor was equivalent to digging their own

the umbrellas with

groups faced off

calmly, “Quentin, you seem to

and said coldly, “Insolent brat! Although I don’t know what your family does, since you dare to break into my manor, I’ll punish you severely no matter who your parents

no one had dared to say that they would destroy the Quaid

Too ignorant!

who still had a calm expression on his face. He took a breath, exhaled smoke, and looked up at the

Since you

words fell into Quentin’s ears, and in tandem with the thunder that shook the sky, it

Haha!

A roar of laughter!

an idiot. The special guards in black suits were already standing

like that was going to destroy the Quaid

to hurt my son, but that’s it! Since you hurt my

the next second, Philip said flatly, “Quentin Quaid, you’re really getting

shocked everyone,

Lawrence’s legs!

Quentin’s eyes. He stared

Him! It was him!

It was actually him!

you! Philip Clarke!!!” Quentin roared as his

was his eldest son, the most hopeful candidate to inherit the position of the next patriarch. However, because of an incident eight years ago, his legs were crippled and he had to

impotent and was unable to produce the