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My Wealthy Legacy Chapter 165
Alexander returned home, and Elena had already cooked for him. he wanted and inhaled the delicious food."Nice scent", he said, then he struck to him that Elena was presently the CEO of the company, and she had been at home all this while."Elena, why are you not in the company", he said.Elena shrugged it off and pretended like she didn't hear, but Alexander asked again, "Elena, why are you not in the company? You're the CEO, shouldn't you be there?"Elena sighed and put down the dish she was holding, "Alexander, I have stopped being the CEO"Alexander raised an eyebrow, "why".Elena hesitated, then finally spoke up, "nothing, I just wish to resign, I don't want to be Disturbed".Alexander's expression turned serious, and walked slowly towards her, then held her shoulder gently, "Elena, I can tell something is wrong, you can tell me"Elena shook her head, she found it embarrassing to tell Alexander about what really happened. She was literally naked with the man.Alexander's eyes nar
My Wealthy Legacy Chapter 166
The Highlord raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Oh? You think you can take him on, Desmond?”Desmond stood tall, his fists clenched in frustration. “Yes. I know I can beat him. Stiles may have done what none of us expected, but that doesn’t mean he’s stronger than me.”Stiles shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting between Highlord and Desmond. He knew Desmond was a dangerous opponent, but he also understood that backing down now would only weaken his newfound status.Highlord chuckled. “You want to prove your strength, Desmond? Fine. I’ll allow it. A duel between you and Stiles. Settle this like men.”Desmond's face lit up with a grim satisfaction. “Finally, I’ll show everyone who the real leader is.”Stiles swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure. He knew he had no choice. Turning down a challenge in front of the Highlord would make him look weak and could cost him everything he had just earned.“Alright,” Stiles said, stepping forward. “I accept the challenge.”Highlord clapp
My Wealthy Legacy Chapter 167
Chapter 167Alexander lay on the hospital bed, the sterile scent of antiseptics lingering in the air as the treatment had just been completed. His face was pale, but he appeared calm despite the pain he must have been feeling. Kate and Elena sat beside him, their faces etched with worry."Are you okay?" Elena asked softly, her voice trembling with genuine concern. Her brows were furrowed, and her eyes searched his face for reassurance.He nodded weakly, but before he could speak, Kate suddenly shot up from her chair, her face flushed with rage. "That bastard Stiles, I'm going to kill him!" she fumed, her fists clenched tightly. "I don't care if he's my brother or not—he's such a traitor! I’ll find him and rip him apart!" Her voice was seething with fury, her chest rising and falling with angry breaths.Before she could storm off, Alexander reached out and gently grabbed her wrist. "It's okay," he said in a calm but strained voice. "We planned it."Both Elena and Kate froze, their fac
My Wealthy Legacy Chapter 168
As Stiles lay gasping for air, Desmond's hand tightening around his throat, something shifted inside him. His fear, the overwhelming sense of doom, began to transform into something darker, something fierce. His vision blurred with desperation, and without thinking, he summoned every ounce of strength left in his body.With a sudden surge of power, he didn't know why it came from, Stiles thrust his knee up into Desmond’s ribs, forcing him to release his grip. Desmond staggered back, shocked, his eyes wide with disbelief.Stiles coughed, sucking in the air that had been cruelly denied to him moments before. Desmond recovered quickly, his face twisting into a furious snarl.“You little—” Desmond began, stepping forward with menace, but Stiles wasn’t finished.Before Desmond could react, Stiles lunged, slamming his fist into Desmond’s jaw. The sharp crack of the impact echoed through the underground chamber, and a collective gasp rippled through the gathered audience.Desmond stumbled,
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Stiles swallowed hard, the reality of what he was seeing gnawing at him. He turned to the Highlord, his voice low but firm. “And the people in here... are they here willingly?”The Highlord’s smile faded, replaced by a cold, calculated expression. “No,” he replied bluntly. “They were chosen. Taken. But in time, they’ll be grateful. Once they realize the power they’ve gained, the transformation they’ve undergone... they’ll see this was for the greater good.”Stiles’s stomach twisted in disgust. “They’ll be grateful? You’re forcing them into this.”The Highlord shrugged as if it didn’t matter. “Sometimes, people need a push to see their true potential. They’ll understand eventually. Those who survive, anyway, like you … we force you but here you are.”Stiles clenched his fists, his mind spinning just with a quiet hiss. Highlord gazed at him, “What, are you not happy with this?”.He put on a fake smile, “Actually, I am… just surprised, I promise, I will serve you with all my heart!”. “
My Wealthy Legacy Chapter 170
Stiles and Tracy rushed out of the house, their hearts pounding as they raced through the dimly lit streets. The weight of the situation settled heavily on their shoulders. If Desmond had truly overheard their conversation, their entire mission was in jeopardy.They reached out to where they know he would certainly be. The secret hospital. As they got there. Elena and Kate eas with Alexander, and they were very surprised.“What are you both doing here? You are not supposed to be here and doing very fine,” he said, rising to his feet.“thats noy what I'm here for.. We’ve been compromised,” Stiles said breathlessly. “Desmond overheard us. He’s awake now, and it’s only a matter of time before he tells his parents everything.”Alexander’s brow furrowed. “really?”Stiles nodded. “There’s no doubt. We have to leave—now.”Alexander’s gaze flicked between them, calculating. “What about the mission? Did you at least get what we needed?”Stiles pulled a small device from his pocket, holding it
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Alexander slipped away from the others without a word. He knew what needed to be done, and it was a burden he had to carry alone. The streets were quiet as he made his way to the rendezvous point, his mind racing. Elena’s desperate cries echoed in his ears, but he pushed them aside, focusing on the one thing that mattered now—his son. He couldn’t let him die. Not like this.He arrived at the abandoned warehouse Harrington had specified. The dim lights inside flickered ominously as he stepped through the entrance. His breath hitched when he saw his son, bound to a chair in the middle of the room, tears streaming down his face. Standing behind him, Mr. Harrington loomed with a smirk, his hand resting casually on the boy's shoulder. “Alexander,” Harrington drawled, “right on time.”“Let him go, Harrington,” Alexander growled, his voice cold as he held out the device. “I brought what you wanted. Now let my son go.”Harrington chuckled darkly, tightening his grip on the boy’s shoulder, c
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As Alexander and his son, Charlie, reached safety outside the warehouse, Charlie began to cry uncontrollably, his small frame shaking in his father’s arms. “Dad... I was so scared,” he sobbed, his voice trembling.Before Alexander could respond, the sound of footsteps caught his attention. Kate and Elena rushed toward them, their faces filled with panic. Elena’s eyes immediately locked onto her son.“Charlie!” she cried, her voice breaking as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She pulled him from Alexander’s arms, holding him tightly against her chest. “Oh, my baby. You’re okay. You’re safe now,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face.Charlie clung to his mother, still trembling. “Mom, they were going to hurt me...”“I know, sweetheart, I know,” Elena murmured, stroking his hair. “But you’re safe now, I promise.”Alexander stood nearby, watching the emotional reunion, his face filled with guilt and relief. After a few moments, he placed a hand on Elena’s shoulder. “Elena