The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 589

Philip was holding a syringe in his hand. Then, he stabbed it into Marcus’

thigh. He said with a cold smirk on his face, “Don’t worry. It’s just anesthetic.” After Marcus heard this, his brain started to buzz. He struggled to roll down to the floor from the operating table. With a loud crash, he fell horribly. He thought he was going to die from the pain. Philip sat on the stool nonchalantly. He crossed his legs, and his hands were on his hips. He looked at Marcus who was crawling to the door with a fake smile on his face. Marcus’ face was pale and his eyes were red. He clutched his chest and crawled toward the door of the operating room slowly. He yelled with all his might, “Doctor! Doctor! Help…” Marcus reached out his pale hand and looked at the door that was locked. He could almost reach it when the anesthetic started taking effect. He felt limp before he lost consciousness.

His eyelids were also heavy with sleep. He kept screaming in his heart,

in a sharp breath. He almost passed out from fear. “Stop playing dead. We

are just scum to me,” Philip said in an icy tone. The scalpel in his hand was glinting eerily. Marcus shuddered in fear as he lay on the operating table. He was struggling uncontrollably. The person in front of him was the devil! “W-What do you want?” Marcus was horrified when he heard Philip saying that. Did

and I’m the butcher. You have to think carefully before agreeing to my conditions later, okay?” Philip smirked slyly. Looking at the scalpel in Philip’s hand, Marcus’ entire body felt cold. He had never been treated like this before. This was the biggest humiliation he had to suffer in his 20 plus years of being alive! “What do you want?” Marcus was the son of one of the biggest families in Capital City after all. He had extreme patience and temperament. He was even pretending to be calm at this moment. “Oh, not bad. What a noble young master from Capital City. Your temperament is worth praising.” Philip chortled shamelessly. “It’s easy. I want the Quaids out of Riverdale. I don’t want any traces of you people here.” “Impossible! In your dreams!” Marcus yelled emotionally. Riverdale was a planned coastal city. It had an unprecedented opportunity for development. The Quaids had been plotting for so many years and

Quaids are! You want us to get out of Riverdale? In your dreams!” “So there are no more grounds for negotiation then.” Philip shrugged and sliced open Marcus’ chest with

blood started flowing out from under the scalpel. Marcus’