Legacy Revealed: Rise Of Marco Lourd

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Hearing the old man’s threat, the gangster ran past them in fear, and out of the room without looking back.

One of them stayed back, it was the small boss that almost killed Marco. His eyes peered away from the old man, towards Marco and looking him straight in the eye.

Then a smirk curved above his lips, “Thank your stars for blessing you with this special luck of him arriving.” He said to him, a dark chuckle following the end of his statement.

“Did you just threaten, our Young Master?” His eyes glazed with awe mixed with anger. “Do you take my words for a joke?” The old man questioned with obvious fury lacing his tone, raising a finger up and directing it at his leg.

A shot was immediately fired from one of his men, and a loud cry followed filled with agony piercing the atmosphere reeling into everyone’s hearings.

One of the guys had shot his leg, resulting to a croak in his steadiness as he cried out in pain, swerving downward with his free hand gripping his leg and examining the spot that bloomed out red liquid rolling down his leg.

“The next shot would go to your head if you stay ten more seconds in this room.”

“One.” He began to count down, meaning his words as he already signaled for a gun to be pointed at his head.

“Two.” He continued, menacingly.

He limped away from his presence when he got to four, running for his life before he got to the end.

After he was gone, the old man turned to look at Marco, seeing him still paled out from all that’s happening.

He stared at the space of nothing with his mind lost totally in his thoughts, he blanked away from reality still trying to comprehend all that’s going on.

“Young Master.” The old man called, having his attention back to reality and away from his thoughts.

“Who are you?” Marco asked, seeming light as he stared with a crippled gaze at him.

“I’m Anders. Your family’s housekeeper.” He responded, a smile on his wrinkled face.

“And who am I?”

“You’re Sir Lourd’s lost son. The heir to the Lourd’s consortium. He lost you when you were young, and now I’m glad you’re back.” He moved his hand placing it on Marco’s shoulder as he gave a soft pat on him.

“I’m what? You must be joking? Are you for real, just because my last name is the same as the richest man here in the city doesn’t mean I’m his lost son. There must be some kind of mistake here. This is impossible.” Marco blabbered, finding it hard to believe all he was telling him.

He expected the old man to defend himself but he kept silent with a smile still on his face, then suddenly his phone chirped vibrating against his pocket.

Marco reached for it fishing it out to see the message he just received. Clicking on the text, it screened at his vision a whooping sum of dollars just reached his account, he got a credit alert of a hundred million dollars.

How did he knew of his bank account number to have made such whooping transfer. Was all of this a prank or a dream playing out in his reality; meant to vanish once he woke up.

Marco stared out in awe, in total shock as his eyes moved from his phone to the old man staring at him with a smile.

He wanted to ask many questions, but the stupor devouring his reality made it hard for his mind to compose a coherent thought.

“Here take this.” The old man took from the man that came to him a badge, it has a crest of the Lourd’s family symbol on it.

Marco collected it from him, still recovering from the shock of the amount he just received and at the same time checking the badge given to him out.

“Where did you wish to go? Return back with us or go elsewhere?“ He inquired after checking his wristwatch and seeing what time of day it is already.

“I need to think and accept this sudden news. I should go back to my house for now.” Marco replied him.

“I understand.” He concurred with his statement, nodding his head along.

The old man’s head tilted to a side, beckoning for two of the men with him to come closer.

“You and you should take him back to his house and make sure nothing happens to him. Make sure he gets home safely.” He relayed his order to him while they bowed in affirmation.

“Start moving out we’re leaving now.” He said out aloud. Having the rest of the men with him moving out of the building except the two he tasked with returning Marco back home.

“When you’ve made your decision and think well about this. Come to The Golden House, The Lourd’s Villa I mean. That’s where you can find me.” He told him, moving close and pulling him into another hug before pulling away.

“Yes I will.” Marco confirmed.

“Okay bye.” He said one more time before he turned his back walking away from then, while covering his face to hide the tears about trickling down.

Marco and two men also came out of the warehouse, entering the black Mercedes’ Benz parked outside and exiting the vicinity under the night sky.

Soon they arrived at Marco’s apartment, they dropped him off and asked if they should stay but he told them they’re free to leave and that he’s now okay on his own.

On his accord they left him driving back to where they came from.

Marco approached his apartment, opening his door to find it unlocked when he actually locked it before leaving.

And the only person who has a spare key to his home was Gina. Is it possible she’s in the house.

Marco entered as he began searching heavily around the house, deep in the search he heard a familiar female voice laughing so loud and coming from up the stairs in his room.

He dashed off the stairs ascending it in a fast pace as he hurriedly approach his room. Getting closer he could hear a man’s voice conversing with his girlfriend.

That infuriated him the more. After breaking his heart she had the audacity to still bring someone to his own house.

He opened the door only to see his girlfriend naked on the bed with a strange man and their body cuddled up together.