The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 645

“S-She…” Bang bang! There were two consecutive gunshots! Philip quickly swung the man in front of him like a shield, and the two bullets sunk into the assassin’s back! His female colleague had made her move. Since her first attempt did not work, she did not linger, leaving in the blink of an eye. Philip frowned deeply, looking at the man in shades. The latter was lying on the ground with blood bubbling out of his mouth, so Philip knew that he was not getting any answers there. He quickly called Rick and soon found his answer. Curse that Marcus Quaid! Curse the entire Quaid family!

Had the previous incident not taught them anything?! How dare they try something like this! … At a presidential suite at United International Hotel.

“Hehe, give it up, Wynn. I promise I’ll treat you well.” Marcus was holding a piece of Wynn’s dress that he had torn off her body. He brought it to his nostrils and took a deep whiff before spreading his lips into a creepy grin.

with the bedside lamp. Her face was stained

come near me! Stay away from me! “Help! Help, save

for so long, and now he was finally going to taste the forbidden fruit! He threw her roughly onto the bed and then pressed his body over hers, trapping her wrists! Wynn kept trying to fight, kept screaming at the top of her lungs! Finally, at the very last second, she cried out in despair, “Philip!” Bam! Crash! There was a tremendous hullabaloo in the room! Wynn’s eyes were squeezed shut, but she

he grabbed the covers and blanketed her body with it. He then bent over and hugged her shoulders, soothing her. “I’m here. It’s alright now.” Wynn was still dazed. She gripped the covers tightly, feeling the very real warmth of real embrace around

was here. It was really him! “It’s

he still could not get up. The even scarier part was that Marcus had not even seen how Philip managed to get in before he was sent flying! Was this man a demon? Smack! Philip simply slapped him with such force that he knocked out several of Marcus’s teeth! Pfft! Marcus coughed out some blood, his expression stormy and his eyes bloodshot as he roared at Philip, “You’re dead! Do you have any idea what you’re doing?!” Even if Marcus was still somewhat confused, that slap was enough to smack his back into reality. The reality was that Philip was here and ready to teach him a lesson! “You deserve death, Marcus Quaid!” Philip said icily, his eyes filled with bloodlust! Bathump! When Marcus’s gaze met Philip’s, the former gave a jolt as