The First Heir
Chapter 648

Chapter 648

There was instant silence on the other end, followed by a wave of pressure like an earthquake!

This was no trivial matter. It threatened the future of the Quaid family legacy!

Furthermore, Marcus was the family’s brightest hope for the next generation.

“Find out who did it, and kill them!”

The voice on the other end roared with the aura of a king, followed by, “And send Marcus back here atonce!”

“Yes, sir!”

Len responded and ended the call, wiping the cold sweat from his brow.

Since the master had given him an order, he just had to carry it out.

Capital City was a busy international metropolitan where cash and alcohol flowed freely.

Right now, a few rays of moonlight were shining through the windows into a dark room in a villa. Inside,a young man in a wheelchair was looking out of the window expressionlessly. His gaze was dark, butno one could read what he was thinking.

Just then, his phone rang.

The handsome young man glanced at the caller ID and frowned slightly. After a moment’s thought, heaccepted the call.

“Master Lawrence, there’s a call from home. Something happened to Master Marcus, and the OldMaster is in a right temper. Do you want to come back for a visit?”

The man’s expression finally shifted slightly at that report, but his voice remained calm as he asked,“By Master Marcus, you mean my younger brother?”

The man was Lawrence Quaid, the first son of the Capital City Quaid family. He had the samegentlemanly vibe his name suggested, and he never caused any trouble or picked any fights, just doingwhat he had to do. He was the number one candidate for the next head of the family, and his chancesof succeeding the position were almost a hundred percent!

However, something happened many years ago that dethroned Lawrence from his position in thefamily.

That incident had turned Capital City upside-down!

Everyone in the upper circles said that Lawrence had offended someone he should not have, costingthe Quaids the right to plant their next generations into the central government!

At the same time, Lawrence lost his status as the next-in-line.

He had been reduced to a useless piece of trash.

“Yes, Master Lawrence. Apparently, Master Marcus was maimed and left impotent… The Master hassent Sir Len to make the necessary preparations.”

The voice on the other end was trembling as it briefly described all that had happened.

“He was maimed?”

Lawrence was stony-faced. Even after receiving such a piece of news, his expression remainedunchanged and emotionless.

What nobody else could see was that he was positively elated right now!

This was his chance!

Marcus Quaid had been cut out of the picture!

As soon as he hung up, Lawrence was certain of one thing!

The Quaid family was not going to sleep tonight!

More importantly, the opportunity he had been waiting for after so long was finally here!

It was his era to shine once again!

Eight years ago, he was forced out of his privileged position at the center of the family and relegated tonothing. Starting from now, however, he was going to transform into a hunting hound, baring his fangsand taking back all that he had lost!

Lawrence Quaid was as gentlemanly as his name suggested. No one knew the real him, or rather,everyone thought they knew him.

Lawrence mused the situation over, his expression finally began to change. The corner of his lipsslowly began to crease, and his loud laughter rang out through the villa!

There was a clap of thunder outside as lightning flashed, and a torrential rain descended upon CapitalCity!

…

“Master, the results of the investigation are in.”

A butler was standing behind a middle-aged man, respectfully offering his report.

This was a mansion in Capital City worth a cool billion dollars!

Its occupants were none other than the great Joo family!

They were one of the most powerful military families in Capital City!

“So who was it?”

The middle-aged man asked, looking at the Picasso on the wall. He never took his eyes off thepainting, seeming quite pleased with it.

“His name is Philip Clarke.”

The middle-aged man standing in front of the middle-aged butler had sharp features and a very propercountenance. He had a square jaw and a small goatee, emanating the aura of an authoritative leader!

“Clarke, you say? Is he from the Clarke Group?”

The middle-aged man turned around and asked the butler.