The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 638

Marcus stood up and held his hands behind his back, telling the old man Len next to him, “Uncle Len, take her away.” Len nodded slightly. Wynn saw the old man take one step after another toward her, the pressure rolling off him in dangerous waves! “Sorry, girl.” With that, Len reached his hand out and grabbed Wynn! Just then, the door to the chairperson’s office flew open.

Philip stumbled in, smiling sheepishly. “You asked for me, Madam Johnston?” They were at work, after all. He should not call her honey.

have come for revenge a long while ago! When Blake and Houston Michaels saw Philip, both of them quietly took a few steps back and stood in a corner wordlessly. They had unanimously chosen to stand by and watch this conflict unfold. “Oh my, Master Quaid! When did you come to Riverdale? Why didn’t you tell me in advance? I would’ve come to greet you.” Philip laughed heartily and politely reached his arms out to Marcus, giving the latter a hug. Marcus was perplexed. What was Philip planning this time? Marcus pushed Philip aside, patting the dust off his expensive suit. “Get away from me! Know your place!” To be honest, Philip had never taken Marcus Quaid seriously. From the moment he walked through the door, he only had eyes for the old man, Len! Philip watched Len’s every move, and vice versa! Both of them were strategically positioned right now. Len was half a meter away

next to Marcus, about half an arm’s length away. He wore a smile, but the moment his gaze met Len’s, both of them understood! They

as he stared at Philip. Philip chuckled and was the first to break the silence. “What are you talking about, Madam Johnston? Something feels off about the atmosphere.” Wynn was extremely grateful right now, like a drowning person grasping desperately onto a raft. She kept giving Philip signals with her eyes as she said coolly, “The Quaids want to purchase Beacon, but I won’t have it.” Philip turned to look at Marcus with a smile. “You want to purchase Beacon,

crossed her arms in front of her chest and sat on the couch, lifting her chin coolly as she said, “If you have anything to say, say it to him. He’s my husband, and he

to discuss, Clarke?” He was in no rush. This time, he came prepared. He was determined to win Beacon, obtain Wynn, and then kill Philip! Three birds with one stone! Philip chuckled. When he saw