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.

the bedside lamp. Her face was stained with tears as she howled

away

desperately, but the only sounds in the large presidential suite were her wails and his lustful sniggers. She watched as he approached her, one step at a time. Despair filled her heart, and tears continued to trickle from her eyes. Oh, how she wished someone could save her right now. How she wished… Marcus cackled and pounced at her in the corner. He had been waiting for this moment 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

He turned around and looked at Wynn. In one rapid motion, 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

here. It was really him! “It’s

over her forehead and said gently, “Leave the rest to me.” With that, Philip stood up and walked over to Marcus, who was still groaning on the floor. “Why are you here?!” Marcus held his chest. He seemed to have broken a few ribs, and it hurt so bad that 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