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I Am the Richest Heir Chapter 38
Unlike the scene with Mr. Owen, Matthias was professionally welcomed by Kinard–no lukewarm coffee, no unheated meal. Instead, he’s served with a proper snack and water bottle to help the food go down.“It’s my first time meeting you, Sir. Pleased to meet you, I am Kinard Sylas, the chief here.”Matthias shook hands with Kinard and they proceeded with his profile, stating his name, age and current address. “Matthias Claude…hm, you’re a previous resident here and you don’t have any hits yet, that’s good, we can continue with your story.”So Matthias told Kinard everything starting when he received a call from Mr. Owen, saying that he became the heir of a billionaire and the ridiculous twists and turns in his life since then.“So, this Elisha Viktorin, fell down on the cliff, dead?”Matthias lowered his head, thinking back on what happened before when he’s forcibly taken away by the humanoid Mirella and his men.“Yes. I am sure because there’s no way she would be able to survive on that
I Am the Richest Heir Chapter 39
“Why are you here again?” Mr. Owen said, almost hysterical to Kinard when he saw him in front of his office door waiting for him. “Good morning,” Kinard greeted but Mr. Owen shut the door in front of him without much word.The same thing happened again when Kinard tried to meet Mr. Owen in their house.He was told by Mr. Owen’s maid to get lost and that he should not come anymore to their place anymore.With very little chance to meet and talk with Mr. Owen again, Kinard decided to pursue the investigation outside and searched for the person that Matthias mentioned to him before when they talked – Ricardo.“Sir…” the officer whispered something to Kinard.“Got it. Okay. Let’s meet Harold Owen one last time.”Afternoon, the employees were busy closing their PCs and cleaning their tables when Kinard and several of his men entered the building of the CNC group.Of course, a group like them always attracts attention, but because he’s been frequenting the building these days, only few loo
I Am the Richest Heir Chapter 40
After learning about Ricardo’s death, there are no more peaceful times for Mr. Owen because aside from his own overthinking, he also keeps seeing Elisha’s figure anywhere.“Can’t you rest for a bit today?” Alma, Mr. Owen’s legal wife asked her husband. “If you rest now, things will be better for you–”“Ridiculous!” Mr. Owen shouted. “Are you thinking? How can my fate change for the better if I won’t do anything about it? Tsk, stupid woman.”But before he can leave two packages arrived at Mr. Owen’s table. One is an envelope, the other one is a notebook sized box.He opened it and from the first package, Mr. Owen saw a family picture of him, Elisha and Matthias together with other people close to them. Everyone’s smiling brightly and Elisha has that bridal glow everyone should be envious of. Immediately, Mr. Owen ripped the photograph.What’s that?The wedding never happened!There’s no wedding!Wait, is there?No!He can’t remember anything…But the photo…Still confused at the photo
I Am the Richest Heir Chapter 41
“So, it failed?” Camilla opened the canned soft drinks she’s holding and poured it into a glass. “Well, I never expected Harold Owen to succeed at all. If only the great master did not die abruptly, there would be no Mirella that could go against our plans. On second thought, it’s also hard to face off with that giant–I mean, the great master.” The butler, who’s been listening to all of Camilla’s rants and thoughts, turned off the lights and closed the fridge. Then he walked to Camilla and pulled the woman by her waist. “But since I did what you told me, it's only correct for me to get my reward,” the butler told Camilla before he kissed Camilla’s neck, down to the angle of her shoulders, putting the hair strands covering part of her face to the back of Camilla’s ear. “Now, stop chugging down that carbonated drink like an expensive wine, we have a long night ahead of us…” he added as he pulled the middle-aged lady to her room. Like what the butler intended, they shared intima
I Am the Richest Heir Chapter 42
“That’s perfect, Sir,” praised Clementine to Matthias after the latter put on the sunglasses that are now the updated version of Mirella. “I think I look like an undercover spy,” Matthias commented as he looked at himself in the mirror, checking the new function of Mirella AI that became a real assistant, thanks to Clementine’s efforts in putting it to an accessory he can use anytime. “I don’t like this form,” Mirella complained. “I want to use my avatar and not just present data to you,” she whined. “Did the great master create you with that bratty personality or did you do it yourself?” Matthias asked Mirella. “Of course I am created like this,” Mirella answered. “And I learn other things.” Is that so? Matthias thought deeply on what inspired the great master to create Mirella but almost 70% of the data regarding the great master is inaccessible for him until now. He still needs to enter a certain keyword but there are limited tries so he can’t try to guess what that word is.
I Am the Richest Heir Chapter 43
Chapter 43When the date of the party arrived, Matthias went to the uptown village where the house of Camilla Blanc was located in Shian.It is where the party was addressed so, he came completely ready to dominate the scene with his luxurious attire but when he came inside the reception hall, letting the guards open the door for him, his get up looked just like any other everyday clothes.Luxury and extravagance is an understatement to describe the scene in front of him.First of all, the guests are drinking from purply - almost crystal glasses that he knows would fetch a million per piece. “Almira’s crystal,” Matthias muttered when he remembered the name of the material that was named after its discoverer. From the recent research papers published about Almira’s glass, it was detailed that the crystal is rarer than the known Taaffeite.“Fancy seeing you here,” a lady in her 40s, with silvery gray hair greeted Matthias.She raised the glass she’s holding and when one of the servers
I Am the Richest Heir Chapter 44
Upon saying that, one of Camilla’s men fell dead after receiving a bullet straight in his head.“What happened?!” Camilla asked, panicking, looking at the broken glass window where the bullet passed through.“What did you do, you, gremlin!” she shouted at Matthias when Matthias smiled as he watched the person die in front of him.“Are you sane?” Camilla accused Matthias.Matthias tilted his head to his right and another shot came, this time, shooting down the guard nearest to Camilla to his temple that, of course, led to the guard’s abrupt death.“Do you think I am sane?” Matthias asked Camilla back. “Your world never allows a sane person to breathe properly, now, you’re asking if I am sane?” Camilla threw the expensive wine glass she’s holding to the floor and walked to Matthias, accidentally stepping on the dead guard that’s lying on the floor but gives no fuck about it at all. “Damn you!” she exclaimed and pointed her accusing finger to Matthias. “What kind of sorcery are you doi
I Am the Richest Heir Chapter 45
Three days after Matthias’ disastrous meeting with Camilla, Clementine finds himself worrying about Matthias’ head.“Hey! What made you think that you can declare a war against Camilla that way? I told you to help me with my problem and not aggravate it. Ah!” Clementine just complained since he can’t do anything more after Matthias made that grand introduction to Camilla.“And you made me kill her men, what will you do if she suddenly– Wait! On second thought, Camilla doesn’t care about those expendables. But do you think like that as well?”Matthias, who keeps hearing Clementine rants, placed a pair of earbuds in his ears. He’s already fed up hearing the same thing over and over again for the past few days.“Stop taking the escape route again,” Clementine chided him and pulled out the cushions placed in Matthias’ ears.“I wanna sleep now.”Clementine laughed at Matthias sudden change in mood. “Ha, Sir…” he said, controlling his anger and brain not to punch Matthias out of reflex. “T