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
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthandsome 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
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmlong 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.