Revenge of the Underrated Heir

Chapter 264: Mr Patel

The city was a canvas of lights as the night settled in, a patchwork of history and modernity. In a small, cluttered apartment on the west side, where the walls were lined with bookshelves and the air smelled of aged paper and solder, Mr. Patel sat waiting.

The doorbell rang, its chime cutting through the silence of anticipation. Mr. Patel rose, his joints protesting with age, and opened the door to reveal James, the embodiment of the city's future.

"Come in, come in," Mr. Patel said, his voice rich with the wisdom of years. "I've been expecting you."

The apartment was a museum of engineering feats—a testament to Mr. Patel's life's work. Models of bridges and buildings, blueprints of forgotten projects, and photographs with dignitaries adorned every surface.

James stepped inside, their eyes wide with reverence. "Mr. Patel, your work... it's incredible."

Mr. Patel chuckled, a sound that seemed to echo through the decades. "These are but relics of a bygone era. But let's see what we can