The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

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 at once!” “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, but no one could read what he was thinking. Just then, his phone rang. The

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

accepted the call. “Master Lawrence, there’s a call from home. Something happened to Master Marcus,

and the Old Master 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 same gentlemanly vibe his name suggested, and he never caused any trouble or

picked any fights, just doing what he had to do. He was the number one candidate for the next head of

the family, and his chances of succeeding the position were almost a hundred percent!

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

family. That incident had turned Capital City upside-down! Everyone in the upper circles said that

Lawrence had offended someone he should not have, costing the 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 has

sent 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 remained unchanged 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

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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 to nothing.

Starting from now, however, he was going to transform into a hunting hound, baring his fangs and 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 lips slowly 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 Capital City! … "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 the painting, 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 proper

countenance. 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.