THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER

Chapter 4

The chuckles from the employees could still be heard. The silly things that happened to Orlando wasn't merely a coincidence.

Behind his folded hands, Andrew had flicked his finger. The power he derived from the necklace made him realize he could quickly silence Orlando's actions.

"Ugh!"

Orlando rose from his position and pointed at all the laughing employees. "Delete all the recordings you made, or you'll end up like Andrew!"

All the phones in the hands of the employees suddenly dropped, and their expressions turned panicked due to Orlando's threat.

"I will sue you!" Orlando pointed at Andrew with a trembling hand, overcome with anger.

"On what grounds do you want to sue me? Because you fell and kissed my foot?" Andrew said, "Just admit it, Nadine only wants your money; I'm sure she wouldn't even look at you if you were poor like me. "

Andrew's words ignited emotions within Nadine. She approached her ex-boyfriend and slapped him across the face.

"Watch your words, Andrew! I've been unhappy when I was with you for so long! You're disgusting!”

Orlando just smiled next to her, “I have money. What do you have? You’re just a worthless scmbug. Like a filthy pig wallowing in the muddy dirt”

Andrew didn't respond with words; he remained calm and slightly smiled while nodding.

Nadine narrowed her eyes at Andrew and embraced Orlando, with her bag covering the part of his pants. However, another absurd incident occurred when Orlando tripped over his foot in front of the elevator door.

As he fell, the elevator door was open, amplifying the embarrassment for anyone who witnessed it.

Laughter couldn't be contained, and all the employees in the room burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"SHUT UP! FUCK YOU ALL!"

Orlando angrily pushed the employees in front of him and entered the elevator. Andrew waved his hand just a moment before the elevator closed.

Nice shot.

**

The sound of car horns filled the air this afternoon. Andrew walked with sweat drenching his body. He held the box in his hands and sat on the bench under the tree.

"So, the power is real." Andrew stared at his hands and seemed satisfied, possessing a power his rational mind couldn't explain was a dream he had never imagined before.

Just as Andrew was thinking, he heard someone shouting for help. There was a commotion that was the source of the voice heard by Andrew.

Curiosity got the better of Andrew, and he approached one of the people there and asked, "What happened?"

"The man seems to be having a heart attack. He suddenly fell while clutching his front!"

Empowered by his abilities, Andrew moved instinctively and entered the crowd. An elderly man with a pale face lay weakly on the street. Calmly, Andrew requested that the people surrounding the man create some space so it would be manageable.

"Quick, call an ambulance!" shouted the people around.

However, Andrew gently touched the man's body, feeling the coldness in his hands, and noticed his lips turning blue. The veins in his neck were weak.

"Hey, what are you doing?! You won't be able to save him just by touching his neck like that! Step aside!"

One of the men standing near Andrew tried to approach and pull him away from the old man, but Andrew ignored him and brushed the man's hand away.

"Don't be reckless! This is not a game!" the man said.