Marcus stepped out of the Lincoln limo and tugged at his suit, looking up at the skyscraper in front of him. There was a cold smile on his lips.

Behind him stood Len, Blake, Houston and the others.

The security guards at Beacon hurriedly approached them with a bow when they saw this line-up.

Blake invited Marcus into Beacon's building with a gentlemanly bow, as though he truly owned the place.

As for the young beautiful girls at the reception, when they saw that the visitors were Mr. Blake Michaels, the vice-chairman, and another extremely eye-catching young man, their first instinct was naturally to contact the chairwoman's secretary.

Soon enough, the news that Blake was here with a mysterious young man spread all throughout Beacon.

Philip was in a good mood today. He was chatting idly with the other members of the marketing department, watching live streams with Julia Jones and the others as they snacked and gossiped. Just then, they saw Nina and a few others run out of the door.

"Huh? Where's Nina going in such a hurry?"

Julia cocked her head and asked.

Philip frowned slightly. He had not exposed Nina for who she was yet, and the two of them co-existed in a relative peace.

All of a sudden, Philip's eyes gleamed and he stared at the door, his entire body emanating waves of hostility!

Julia was taken aback by the sudden change in Philip's demeanor and rendered temporarily speechless!

As Philip stared, Nina reappeared at the marketing department entrance, smiling brightly as she led another group of six to seven people.

One of them was Marcus Quaid!

Why was he here?

Philip noticed Marcus, clad in a white suit and an attitude, followed by that old fox Blake Michaels and his punk son Houston!

However, he did not care about any of them. The only one who gave Philip any sort of pressure was the old man in the gray suit with his hands behind his back, trailing after Marcus!

In Philip's eyes, that old man was intimidating even as he smiled. The aura coming off from him was terrifying indeed!

Philip was not blind.

The old man was a fighter, with his hooked nose, wide forehead, upturned eyes, and thin lips.

Philip's gaze hardened. He could abruptly sense that these visitors were far from friendly!

Meanwhile, in the chairwoman's office, Wynn was busying herself with company affairs after her hospital discharge a few days ago.

Today, she was wearing a figure-hugging long black dress with a belt at the waist and a cherry-red blazer. Her make-up beautifully emphasized her eyes, and her hair fell over her shoulders in gorgeous waves! "Master Marcus Quaid! To what do I owe this honor today?"

Wynn took a small sip of the Blue Mountain Coffee on her table with her red lips before she spoke calmly.

If it were not for the fact that he was the second son of the Quaids from Capital City, she would not even bother meeting him today!

Marcus took a sip of his coffee and pulled his gaze away from Wynn's body, saying instead with a smile, “It's been a while, Madam Johnston. I've missed your beauty since I last saw you at that banquet. I'm mainly here today to discuss the matter we had no time to talk about back then. I would like to know more about your new cancer drug, DSII. The Quaids are quite intrigued by it."

"That's right, Madam Johnston. Master Marcus is representing the Quaids, here to replace out more about the DSII research project. If the deal works out, Beacon will soon become one of the top ten pharmaceutical companies, and we'll definitely be able to enter the Capital City market."

Next to Marcus, the old fox Blake interrupted as though he had not pulled out as an investor at all.

"The Capital City Quaids, you say?"

Wynn said calmly, "Why didn't we receive any word that the Quaids are interested in a partnership?" The atmosphere turned tense.

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