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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR DR KLEIN'S HIDDEN AGENDA
"Jesus Christ!" Kenney exclaimed, his voice was shaking. He stared at his phone, unable to believe what he was seeing.Debit Alert: $15,000 withdrawn from your account.Marvin froze, his mind started racing. This virus wasn’t just for spying or stealing data. It was targeting Kenney’s bank account.But why? And how deep did Dr. Klein's project intercom go?Kenney’s face turned pale, and his hands began to shake. He stared at his phone, his breath was coming in fast, shallow bursts. His heart raced as panic set in."Fifteen thousand dollars… gone," he stammered, as his voice was barely a whisper. "How could this happen? What… what do we do now?" His hands were trembling, and sweat dotted his forehead. His chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, feeling dizzy from the shock.Marvin saw the fear in Kenney’s eyes. He knew they had to act fast. Without wasting any time, he turned back to his special laptop. His fingers moved quickly across the holographic keyboard, pulling up t
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE SMILE BEHIND THE CURTAIN
Dr. Archer Klein sat comfortably in the backseat of a black, luxury sedan. The car was taking him to the Neovalle government complex, where Governor Yohan Webster was waiting to present him with a ten-million-dollar check. This money would fund his project, Intercom, which promised free internet for the whole city. The governor’s support meant everything; with it, Dr. Klein’s plans would move forward without any trouble.Mr. V, who was one of the judges who had backed Dr. Klein, thought it was a good idea for the government to recognize the project. That way, Dr. Klein would have even more supporters, and people would trust him more.When the car pulled up to the government complex, a large group of journalists rushed toward it, cameras were flashing and microphones were held out, eager to get a word from the tech genius. The moment Dr. Klein stepped out, a team of government security officers surrounded him. They were there to keep him safe and to push back the crowd of reporter
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE UNMASKING
Marvin, standing tall and composed in his sleek black suit, looked unfamiliar to almost everyone in the room. Though his demeanor exuded confidence, his presence sparked quiet curiosity among the officials who were gathered at the governor's office.They exchanged puzzled glances, and whispers spread quickly as they tried to figure out who this mysterious man was.Only two men in the room remained unfazed—Dr. Klein and Mr. V. They recognized Marvin immediately, though neither showed any outward reaction.They however wondered why he was here at the governor's office.The tension in the air thickened as the Commissioner of Information and Technology, Mr. Roland, entered the room with Marvin by his side. They walked with purpose, with their arrival interrupting what had been a smooth and celebratory occasion. The governor, Senator Yohan Webster, turned toward Mr. Roland with a raised eyebrow, with surprise flickering across his face."Welcome, Mr. Roland," the governor said, his voic
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE COLLAPSE OF TRUST
Governor Webster remained standing, arms folded, his eyes locking on Marvin with a sharp, skeptical glint. He then turned his gaze toward Dr. Klein, with his voice dropping to a cool, measured tone that carried weight."Mr. Marvin," the governor began slowly, as his words were deliberate, "this accusation... it sounds rather outrageous. With the project intercom exhibition, Dr. Klein has been shown that he could instrumental in shaping Neovalle’s tech landscape. Could this... claim of yours stem from resentment? Perhaps losing the Tech Innovation Contest left a bitter taste on you?"Dr. Klein, having gathered himself, nodded quickly, his earlier nervousness started fading into a smug grin. "Precisely, Your Excellency. This is a personal vendetta. Nothing more."Marvin didn’t flinch. His voice, which remained steady and unyielding, sliced through the tension. "No, Your Excellency. This has nothing to do with a contest." His words hung in the air, charged with a quiet power. "I’m here
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE FALL OF DR KLEIN
Governor Webster leaned forward with narrowing eyes as he fixed his gaze on Dr. Klein. His voice cut through the silence like a knife."How do you intend to defend yourself now, Dr. Klein?" he asked, his tone was sharp and unforgiving.Dr. Klein’s lips parted, but no words came at first. He struggled, his mouth was moving, but the words seemed to catch in his throat."I... I—Your Excellency, I... I can explain," he stammered, his hands were trembling as they reached for the edge of the table. "This... this is a misunderstanding. The code... it’s not what it looks like. I... I didn’t know anything about these backdoors!"He tried to gather his thoughts, but the panic on his face betrayed him. "There must be... some mistake! I... I wasn’t aware... no, I... I didn’t authorize this. It’s... it’s all a setup!" His voice wavered, growing weaker with each word.Governor Webster said nothing, only watching as Dr. Klein’s defense crumbled.It was then that Commissioner Roland, the head of Neov
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE FALL OF DR KLEIN 2
Marvin stepped forward, and his eyes were locked on Dr. Klein. “About that, you lie, Dr. Klein,” he said, his voice was calm but it was laced with a cutting edge.Dr. Klein’s head snapped up in shock, with his face paling further.“You see, while I made my research about your project, I dug deeper into your private life,” Marvin continued. “And I discovered something rather interesting and very different from what you claim—you don’t have a daughter named Hannah suffering from terminal cancer. In fact, you're divorced, and you have two sons, both of whom are healthy and hearty. They’re not struggling at all, Dr. Klein. They’re both in the military.”The room fell silent, and Dr. Klein's mouth opened as if to protest, but Marvin didn’t give him a chance. He tapped a few clicks on his phone and then raised it for the dignitaries to see.“Here’s a photo album of Dr. Klein and his sons,” Marvin said, showing them the screen. “After scanning it with AI, it confirmed that this picture was
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A DEBT OF GRATITUDE
Governor Webster turned toward Marvin, and his stern expression started softening. “As for you, Mr. Marvin,” he began with a voice that carried a tone of gratitude, “I owe you more than I can say. You didn’t just uncover a lie. You saved the people of Neovalle from falling into financial ruin, and you prevented me from making a grave mistake that could have destroyed my political career. Thanks to you, we’ve avoided a disaster.”The governor paused, then continued, “You’ve protected the stability of this city and my leadership. There’s no telling how much damage would have been done if Dr. Klein’s lies had gone unnoticed. We are in your debt, Marvin.”The governor then turned to Mr. V and asked, “So, Mr. V, how do you suggest we thank Mr Marvin here?”Mr. V nodded thoughtfully. “I believe it would be fitting to award Mr. Marvin the ten million dollar funding that was originally meant for Dr. Klein. After all, Marvin was the runner-up in the Neovalle Tech Innovation Contest. His proje
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A CHANCE ENCOUNTER 1
Marvin and his assistant, Kenney had visited the Neovalle college of technology and they sat in the office of Dr. Gideon Barnes, an experienced engineering professor of the university. The room smelled of old books and faint machine oil, with blueprints and mechanical tools scattered across the desk. The walls were lined with framed certificates, awards, and sketches of complex machines.Dr. Barnes, a tall man with graying hair, leaned forward, looking at Marvin with deep interest. "So, you want to build a machine that can extract solar energy efficiently?" he asked, his voice was steady but curious.Marvin nodded. "Yes, professor. I’ve already developed some prototypes, but I need better tools and a more refined design to move forward."Dr. Barnes smiled knowingly. "I see you’re ambitious, Marvin. That's good. Now, if you're serious about this, you’ll need to focus on a few key areas. First, you’ll need high-efficiency solar cells—something beyond what’s available in regular market
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NO WAY OUT
Darius Crowe’s heart pounded so hard it felt like it was trying to break out of his chest. His hands were clammy, his shirt was sticking to his back, and beads of sweat ran down his temples. Despite the air conditioner inside the car, the air inside the car felt thick, suffocating, as if he were trapped in a coffin.The convoy slowed to a halt in front of Neovalle City Hospital, its towering glass structure reflecting the gray skies above. Darius’s stomach twisted. His fingers dug into his thighs as his driver turned to him.“We’re here, sir.”Darius swallowed, his throat was dry like sandpaper. His grip on his phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. He didn’t move at first. It felt like the moment he stepped out of the car, his fate would be sealed. He inhaled deeply, but his lungs felt constricted, refusing to take in enough air.Then, with a slow exhale, he pushed the door open.The heavy scent of antiseptic and fresh rain filled his nostrils as he stepped onto the pa
ONE CHANCE TO CONFESS
His grip on the phone tightened.Then—Ding.A message appeared.The reply was short."It’s simple. We want you to speak the truth."Ding.A new message appeared on the screen.Darius’s pulse roared in his ears as he read the words."It’s simple. While the president’s visit to the hospital is being broadcasted, speak the truth about what really happened in Lunebrook."Lunebrook.Darius’s breath hitched.His fingers tightened around the phone, his knuckles started turning white. His mind spun in circles. Lunebrook? What truth?His jaw clenched as he typed quickly."What are you talking about?"Ding.The reply was instant."Don’t act coy, Mr. Crowe. We both know you’re not stupid. Once the broadcast is over, if you haven’t confessed, your daughter is as good as dead."Darius’s stomach twisted into a tight knot.His head pounded, his heartbeat was growing louder and faster.Confess?That request or better still that condition was a very dangerous thing to do Infront of the national TVH
SHATTERED CONTROL
Darius Crowe’s Heart Stopped.His breath caught in his throat, his fingers tightened around the phone. His eyes burned into the words on the screen, each letter cutting into his mind like a blade."We have your daughter. Cooperate with us, or the next time you see her in flesh, she will already be dead."For a second, the world around him blurred. The soft hum of the car engine faded, the city lights outside the window lost their meaning. All he could hear was the pounding of his heart, which was heavy and erratic, like a war drum inside his chest.Vanessa.His eldest daughter.Darius's grip on the phone was so tight that his knuckles turned white. His thumb hovered over the keyboard. His breathing was shallow, ragged. His mind screamed for action, but his body felt frozen.He wanted to type something. No—he needed to type something."Where is she?"His fingers moved fast, but just before he hit send, he hesitated. For a split second, rage burned in his chest, and he almost added a
TORN BETWEEN DUTY AND DESPERATION
Darius Crowe took a deep breath, steadying himself.He had no time to waste. The police were now involved, but that didn’t change the fact that he had to show up at Neovalle City Hospital as the Prime Minister had requested. Refusing was not an option—not when the government was already watching him closely.His daughter was out there, taken by unknown enemies. Ethan Voss, the only man who knew the full extent of his secrets, was now dead. Everything was happening too fast. Too perfectly timed. Someone was pulling the strings in the dark, and he didn’t know who.That made him furious.Pushing his emotions aside, Darius turned and called on the chief servant of his household."Frankie!""Frankie!"Within seconds, the heavy oak door swung open, and a well-dressed man stepped in.Frankie.His chief servant. The man who had been in his service for years—loyal, precise, and efficient.Frankie bowed slightly. “Sir?”Darius’s voice was sharp and commanding. “Inform the enforcers and the dr
TIGHTENING THE NOOSE
Darius Crowe stood frozen, his mind was a battlefield of chaos.His daughter had been kidnapped. The only man who knew the true extent of his schemes was lying dead in a dumpster. And now, the Prime Minister himself expected him to make a public appearance in two hours.It was too much. Too sudden. Too perfectly timed.Darius sucked in a slow breath, forcing himself to think. His political instincts screamed at him—this was no coincidence. Someone was pulling strings behind the scenes, tightening a noose around his neck.But who?His eyes flicked to the shattered whiskey glass on the floor, the dark amber liquid seeping into the marble tiles.His hand clenched.There was no question about it. His daughter’s abduction took priority. He had spent his entire life building an empire, gaining influence, silencing enemies—but none of it mattered if his own blood had been taken from him.He had to act. Immediately.And yet…Darius exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. This wasn’t just any
TICKING CLOCK RISING FURY
He took a step forward, his voice was quieter this time, but it was heavy with urgency.“Where… where is my daughter?”The room fell into silence.The only sound was the pained breathing of the bleeding man.Darius’s heart pounded.Then, with what little strength he had left, the injured enforcer lifted his bloodied hand and pointed a shaking finger at Darius.His cracked lips parted, and he gasped out three words.“They took her.”Darius Crowe felt his world tilt. His breath caught in his throat, and for the first time in years, he felt true, unshakable fear. His grip on the whiskey glass faltered, and before he could stop it—CRASH!The crystal glass slipped from his fingers, shattering against the cold marble floor. Whiskey spilled across the tiles, with dark amber liquid spreading in jagged patterns, but Darius didn’t care.His entire focus was on the bloodied man before him.His chest rose and fell with deep, heavy breaths. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, nails digg
BLOOD ON THE MARBLE FLOOR
In the grand living room of the Crowe mansion, Mr. Darius Crowe sat stiffly on a plush leather couch, with a crystal glass of whiskey in his hand. His sharp gaze was fixed on the large television screen before him, where a live broadcast of a political rally was playing.It was Dave Cromwell’s campaign rally.The crowd was massive—thousands of people stood shoulder to shoulder, waving banners and chanting his name. The sheer energy in the air made Darius's jaw tighten. His grip on the whiskey glass grew firmer.He had expected a strong turnout, but this? This was something else. The people of Eastern Neovalle were fired up. Too fired up.As the camera zoomed in on Dave Cromwell, the man in question lifted a microphone, with his face stretching into a confident smirk.“My fellow citizens of Eastern Neovalle,” Cromwell’s voice boomed through the speakers, “this election isn’t just about promises. It’s about fate! Destiny! And most importantly—divine will!”The crowd erupted into chee
TRIUMPH AND TERROR
Vanessa’s heart thudded softly in her chest as she reached for the envelope. Her slender fingers hesitated for just a moment before she picked it up, with the crisp white paper cool against her skin.She glanced up at Mr. Xavier, but his expression gave nothing away.With a quiet breath, she slid her finger under the flap and carefully opened the envelope.Inside was a single sheet of fine paper, folded neatly.She unfolded it and began to read.Her eyes moved across the words slowly at first, then faster, her eyebrows lifting slightly as she absorbed what was written.The letter was from the principal himself.Dear Miss Crowe,It is with great pride that we inform you that you not only excelled in your final year examinations but also achieved an outstanding score in the entrance exam for the most prestigious college in Neovalle…Her breath caught.Mr. Xavier, watching her closely, spoke gently, his voice was warm with pride.“You aced your final year highschool exams with grace and
A LETTER FROM THE PRINCIPAL
The next day… At Brightstone Academy, one of the most prestigious high schools in Neovalle, the air was thick with tension.The seniors were writing their final exams.The large examination hall was silent, except for the soft scratching of pens and the occasional rustling of papers. The faint hum of the ceiling fans did little to ease the thick anticipation that hung over the students like a storm cloud.The clock on the wall showed 11:55 AM.Only five minutes remained.Students shifted in their seats, some of them started glancing anxiously at the clock, while others scribbled furiously, trying to finish their answers. A few had already leaned back, confident, their arms were crossed as they waited for the time to run out.Their faces were relaxed, as though the weight of the exam was nothing but a gentle breeze to them.“Time’s almost up,” the invigilator, Mr. Xavier, announced. His voice was calm but firm, cutting through the silence like a blade.The tension grew thicker.Pens
