The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 639

Philip shrugged and said, “I don’t know, but what I do know is that I beat someone up pretty badly a while ago, and then I warned

him that if he ever came to Riverdale again, or if he ever tried to get back at Beacon, I would make him suffer even worse!”

Marcus flipped out, roaring, “Famous last words! Uncle Len, show him what happens to people who defy our family!

Make him regret it!” The old man Len stepped forth, his eyes gleaming.

With every breath, his aura seemed to expand to the size of a mountain as he pounced at Philip! Len made his move. He lifted

his hand and lashed out a punch that surged toward Philip’s chest like a tsunami! Marcus chortled ruthlessly. To him, Philip was

already as good as dead!\ Anyone who opposed him was dancing with the devil! He could already imagine how that b*stard

would soon be crawling on the ground and begging him for mercy, wailing his eyes out. Blake was secretly pleased as well. He

did not know how strong Len truly was, but he knew that anyone who could stand by the master of the Quaid household’s side

had to be among the strongest martial artists in the country, if not the world! This time, they were surely going to nab Beacon and

avenge all the wrongs that had been done to him.

It would be killing two birds with one stone! Wynn’s eyes were full of worry. When she saw the old man attack Philip, she could

not help but cry,

“Watch out!” Philip’s gaze hardened, and he responded with a punch! Bam!

Everyone’s hearts skipped a beat. Marcus’s sneer blossomed into a grin…

However, there was an unexpected turn of events! Len was actually pushed several steps back,

swaying slightly before he could regain his footing! As for Philip, he did not escape unscathed either.

He took several steps back and regained his balance, standing firm in front of Wynn! “Are you alright,

Philip?” Wynn asked anxiously. Philip’s gaze was serious and sharp, like a blade of ice, as he stared

intently at that old man! Len shook out his fingers for a bit and took a deep breath before giving Philip a

kind smile. “Well done. Very well done! I didn’t expect to find such a capable young man here in little

old Riverdale. The future truly is bright!” Len did not continue fighting, his combat aura settling down as

well. Philip frowned slightly before saying with a chuckle, “No, no, I’m not that special. You flatter me,

sir.” Everyone here could see that after that first exchange of blows, Philip and Len came to a draw!

Blake and Houston Michaels looked especially shaken. They had gone green around the grills,

frowning deeply and not saying a word. Marcus was even more badly affected. He never expected

Philip to tank one of Uncle Len’s punches! He knew very well just how powerful Uncle Len was. The old

man was his father’s personal guard, a national-level martial artist that the Quaids have been hiring at

extremely high wages for several decades! How could this be? Marcus was utterly furious, pointing at

Philip as he roared, “Hurry up and get him, Uncle Len!

Break his arms and legs!” To Marcus, Philip was his arch-nemesis. He could not stop until Philip was

dead! Len did not initiate another fight. Instead, he whispered into Marcus’s ears, “This man is not your

average Joe, Young Master. We should not be getting into a fight here. Dealing with him requires

further planning.” Marcus frowned even deeper at that, but there was nothing he could do! “I hope you’ll

think about it carefully, Madam Johnston. I’ll only give you three days to reconsider. After that, I’ll pay

you another visit!” Marcus said viciously before storming out of the office. Once the others left Beacon,

Wynn finally felt the pressure lifted off her shoulders.

She slumped onto the couch, her entire body shaking. Philip hurriedly helped her up, asking in

concern, “Are you alright, honey?” “W-Water..”

Wynn felt much better after she gulped down an entire glass of water. She then began to appraise

Philip, asking him, “Seriously, sweetie, who are you?” He was so terrifying just now! What was up with

those moves he showed off? He looked just like one of those elite martial artists in those fighting

movies! Philip’s expression betrayed nothing as he teased her, “I’m me, of course. Is something the

matter, honey?” Wynn frowned her pretty brows and did not continue grilling him. She stood up,

crossing her arms in front of her chest and standing before the large window as she said wistfully,

“The Quaids are coming at us hard this time, I’m not sure we can handle them. Philip, is your friend not

back yet?” Philip listened without a word before replying, “Oh, him? He’s overseas. If you need him, I

can try contacting him.” Wynn turned around and looked at Philip solemnly.

“Honey, I know that your family is rich and powerful. You’ve changed a lot too. This time, however, I hope you won’t interfere. It’ll

be bad for the company if things go awry. Besides, your family froze your assets, right?

Why don’t you just settle down and be my husband for a bit? I can earn enough for both of us, alright?” Wynn was seriously

worried that Philip would try something funny, and then things would really get out of hand.

After all, she still did not understand how Blake Michaels ended up in cahoots with Marcus Quaid. Marcus was clearly here to

pick a fight too.

Philip taught him a lesson last time, and despite the fact that he was the young master of the Quaid empire, Marcus had stayed

his hand until now.

That made no sense. How could that be? Was Philip really that formidable an opponent?! Was he telling the truth when he said

that he was more than just the heir to the Capital City Clarke Group?