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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE BLADE AND THE MASK
The air in the closet felt stifling as Marvin adjusted his prosthetics, carefully pressing the edges of the fake jawline into place. He was meticulous, knowing any flaw could expose his true identity. But as the door creaked open, he froze.Marvin slowly turned, his breath catching as his eyes fell on three men blocking the doorway. Each of them gripped a machete, their faces set in cold, grim expressions. The faint gleam of steel in the dim light made his pulse quicken.Still, Marvin forced himself to remain calm. "Um, guys," he began, his voice was steady but wary, "I think you’ve got the wrong room. As you can see, I’m just a guest here, enjoying the party." He gestured lightly at his disguise, hoping to defuse the tension.The men didn’t move. Instead, they stepped forward in unison, their boots scraping against the wooden floor. Marvin’s heart pounded, but he refused to show fear.One of the men, taller than the others and clearly the leader, spoke in a low, measured tone. "We a
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR OUTSMARTING DEATH 1
The faint sound of music and laughter from the party outside the closet reached Marvin’s ears, but it felt distant—like it was happening on another world entirely. Inside the small, dimly lit closet, Marvin’s world was rapidly closing in. The walls seemed to shrink, suffocating him with every passing second. His heart raced, the pulse in his temples were loud and clear. Outside, the partygoers were oblivious to the danger that loomed so close. The night was young, filled with laughter and celebration, but for Marvin, it was about to become a nightmare.His mind raced. There were four men with him inside the closet, armed with machetes and they were getting closer. The leader, with his cruel smile, was practically savoring every second of the moment. Marvin knew he could fight—he had fought before—but this wasn’t the time for brute force. The odds were stacked against him. Three of them had weapons, and he had no room to move.What was worse, however, was the risk of exposure. If
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR OUTSMARTING DEATH 2
Marvin took a slow step forward, making them flinch. His voice dropped, calm but ominous, as if he were casually describing the weather. "You see, there’s a reason no one who tries to corner me lives to tell the tale. You think that my rivals are afraid of me only because of my schemes? No, gentlemen."His eyes flickered faintly, a subtle glow started forming at the edges. "They are afraid of what happens when I stop holding back."The faint glow from Marvin’s eyes wasn’t all—the air in the closet shifted. A low hum began to build, barely perceptible, but enough to make the machetes in the men’s hands tremble. Marvin wasn’t fully activating the Synapticore, but just enough to create the illusion of something catastrophic building.The leader’s smirk wavered, replaced by a flicker of unease. The other men shifted nervously, their grips tightening on their weapons as they exchanged uncertain glances. "What’s he doing?" one of the machete men hissed to the leader, with a cracking voice
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BURNING RAGE
The name burned in his mind like acid. Marvin’s jaw tightened as he pushed past a group of partygoers without so much as a glance. Luiz was the only one who had been with him the entire time. The only one who could have known his movements, his disguise, his plans.Marvin’s mind raced as the pieces began to fall into place. Luiz had always been jumpy, always sweating at the mere mention of Victor Vayne. But tonight, that unease had been more pronounced. Marvin hadn’t thought much of it at first—even though Luiz was fund of putting on a hard exterior, he wasn't much that hard.He was easily spooked. But now, after the ambush in the closet, Marvin couldn’t ignore the obvious."He sold me out."Marvin’s teeth ground together as his anger flared. He believed Luiz Tarejo was the one who had betrayed him, no doubt tipping off Victor Vayne’s men. The ambush had been too precise, too deliberate to be a coincidence. And the fact that his own man had revealed his real name—Marvin Richmond—c
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR WHEN DOUBT CREEPS IN
Marvin’s grip tightened ever so slightly. He leaned in, his voice was a low growl that only Luiz could hear."You’re going to tell me everything," Marvin hissed. "Right here, right now."Luiz’s breath hitched, his face turned pale and drenched in sweat as he tried to muster a response. Luiz winced slightly, biting down on his lip to avoid crying out. Despite the pain, he forced himself to appear calm, glancing nervously at the surrounding guests.“What… wha… what do y-you mean?” Luiz stammered, his voice was shaky but low enough not to draw attention.Marvin leaned in closer, his lips near Luiz’s ear. His voice was cold and cutting, like ice slicing through flesh.“You can pretend all you like, but I am aware of your stance against me in my fight against Victor Vayne,” Marvin hissed. “Now tell me… how far has the news spread?”Luiz’s eyes widened in shock, and his lips trembled. “Marvin, no! What are you talking about? I haven’t betrayed you!” he whispered, his Spanish accent was thi
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A CALL FOR LEVERAGE
Marvin narrowed his eyes and frowned deeply at Luiz Tarejo, studying the man’s trembling form with cold intensity. Luiz swallowed hard, his throat went dry as he avoided Marvin's gaze, his breathing was uneven and shallow. For a long moment, the air between them felt suffocating, and it was heavy with unspoken accusations and tension.Without breaking eye contact, Marvin reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. The click of the screen unlocking sent a jolt through Luiz, who instinctively shifted on his feet but dared not move further.Marvin dialed a number, his fingers were steady despite the storm brewing inside him. When the call connected, he spoke with a calm but firm voice that carried a weight of authority."Hello, Uncle Christopher."The voice on the other end responded almost immediately. It was deep and warm with a hint of concern. "Hello, Marvin. What’s going on?"Marvin’s jaw tightened as he turned slightly, ensuring no one else could overhear. "Uncle, I’m in
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A SHADOW IN THE LOUNGE
Luiz Tarejo hesitated, his palms were clammy as he gestured nervously toward the far end of the lavish hall. “The VIP lounge is through that door, Marvin… I mean, Mr. Woods. Please, this way.” His voice trembled slightly, betraying his unease.Marvin, alias Isaiah Woods, followed Luiz with steady, deliberate steps. His dark coat swayed with his movements, and the hat on his head added an air of mystery that made heads turn as they walked past the curious onlookers. Luiz led the way, occasionally glancing back at Marvin, his nervous energy was palpable.As they entered the lounge, the atmosphere shifted. The room was filled with elegantly dressed individuals seated around a grand table. Plates of exquisite dishes and sparkling glasses of wine were already in front of them, and lively chatter filled the air. The guests seemed relaxed, laughing and sharing stories, but their voices hushed when Luiz stepped in with Marvin behind him.All eyes turned to Marvin. His presence was command
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A LESSON IN POISE
The steward walked away gracefully, his polished shoes made soft clicks against the tiled floor. Marvin resumed eating his meal, his movements were calm and measured as though he was unbothered by the subtle tension lingering in the room. The fork in his hand glided effortlessly over the tender steak, and he chewed in silence, ignoring the whispers and curious glances still directed his way.Victor Vayne, however, wasn’t one to let things slide so easily. He leaned forward, his sharp eyes narrowing at Marvin. “So, Mr. Woods,” he began, his tone was casual but carrying an edge. “I’ve been meaning to ask you a few things.”Marvin didn’t respond immediately, his attention was focused on cutting another piece of his food. Victor’s lips twitched with irritation, but he pressed on.Victor Vayne leaned in, his sharp eyes were gleaming with curiosity and a hint of mischief. “First question,” he said, his tone was deliberate. “If you were offered two investments—one that promises quick retu
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COUNTING THE COST
Victor tightened his grip on Lucien's collar, and his face twisted with fury. “Now, does it look like the batteries blew up within twenty-four hours?” His voice was loud and sharp, echoing through the blackened warehouse.Lucien’s eyes darted nervously, sweat started dripping down his temple as he stammered, “I...I don’t know, boss! Please, I...I did my research, and I made my calculations before I gave the warning. The batteries were supposed to blow up after twenty-four hours.”Victor’s eyes narrowed, burning with anger. He released Lucien with a shove, taking a step back but not taking his eyes off him. “Twenty-four hours, Lucien? Twenty-four damn hours!” His tone dripped with sarcasm and frustration. “Then tell me why we’re standing here in a room containing destroyed batteries just hours after you said it was safe?”“I am as confused and surprised as you are, Mr. Vayne!” Lucien pleaded, his voice trembling. “I swear, scientifically speaking, those batteries were supposed to blow
DESPERATION IGNITED
Victor shot up from his chair, his voice was trembling with urgency. “What the hell was that?”“I don’t know, boss,” Luiz replied, his calm exterior cracked as concern flickered in his eyes. “Maybe we should go take a look ourselves.”Victor nodded quickly, his heart was pounding in his chest. “Let’s go, now!”Luiz, Victor, and Lucien rushed out of the office, following the chaotic sounds of shouting and hurried footsteps. The air was thick with tension as they made their way through the building’s halls, the acrid scent of smoke grew stronger with every step.As they turned a corner, the sight that greeted them made Victor’s blood run cold. A group of staff members were frantically working to quell a raging fire in one of the large storage areas. Thick, black smoke curled up toward the ceiling, and the glow of flames cast eerie shadows across the room.“God…no…” Victor’s voice cracked as he took in the scene. His hands clenched into fists, his nails started digging into his palms.
FORTY MEN AND A DEADLINE
Victor’s gaze fixed on Luiz, his eyes were a mixture of hope and desperation. “What solution? Tell me, Luiz! What can you do to help?” His voice cracked, the weight of his panic spilled into his words.Luiz leaned back slightly, exuding calm in contrast to Victor’s chaotic energy. “Mr. Vayne, amigo, I can get you up to forty men to help deliver the batteries to the retail market,” he said with quiet confidence.Victor’s heart skipped a beat. “Forty men?” he repeated, his voice was barely a whisper as he processed the words. Relief began to seep into his features, but Luiz’s next words made him freeze.“However,” Luiz added, his tone firm, “it will cost you.”Victor flinched at the statement. He had no room for negotiation, no time to bargain. Desperation had tightened its grip on him. His voice came out rushed, almost pleading. “How much, Luiz? Tell me how much. Whatever it is, I’ll make it happen.”Luiz folded his arms and let the silence stretch for a few moments before replying, “
DESPERATIONS OFFER
Victor Vayne’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion. His hands were shaking, and his breathing became erratic as he sat down in his chair. The weight of the situation crashed down on him, and for a moment, he couldn't think clearly. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of panic, frustration, and regret. He had made a huge mistake firing all the drivers so early, and now the consequences of his actions were staring him in the face."How many batteries are we talking about?" Victor asked, trying to regain some control over the situation, though his voice betrayed his inner turmoil."About five hundred thousand packs, sir," Lucien replied, his voice still shaky.Victor’s head collapsed into his hands, and he leaned forward, as the pressure of the situation began squeezing the life out of him. Five hundred thousand packs of volatile Dynocell batteries, with each one worth five hundred dollars. If they didn’t get to market in time, they’d be ruined—no, worse, they could explode, causing damag
A CALL OF CONSEQUENCE
Victor’s phone buzzed loudly on the desk, cutting through the otherwise oppressive silence. His eyes flicked to the screen, and his stomach tightened when he saw the name. Mr. Landon.For a brief moment, Victor froze, his mind started racing through possible scenarios. He could feel his pulse quicken. Then, after a long pause, he picked up the call and pressed the phone to his ear, his fingers curling tightly around it.“Hello, Mr. Landon,” Victor said, his voice was steady but it carried an edge of authority.“Ah, Victor,” Mr. Landon’s voice came through, calm and measured. “How are you today?”Victor leaned back in his chair, his fingers were still tight from the frustration of his earlier encounter with the drivers. “Everything’s fine, as usual,” he replied, keeping his tone neutral.A brief silence stretched between them before Mr. Landon spoke again, his voice taking on a curious, almost probing tone. “I heard you sacked your drivers. Is that true?”Victor’s breath hitched sligh
NO SECOND CHANCES
Victor’s eyes narrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. For a moment, it seemed as though he might waver. But then, he turned his back to them again, his stance rigid and unyielding.“Security will escort you out of you all waste any more time here,” he said firmly, his voice was void of emotion. “Leave your badges and company property before you go.”The drivers erupted into louder pleas, their voices were desperate and broken, but Victor didn’t turn around. His mind was made up—or so it seemed.Victor’s eyes narrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. For a moment, it seemed as though he might waver. The tension in the room was thick, and the drivers clung to the faint hope that he might reconsider. But then, without warning, he turned his back to them again, his stance was rigid and unyielding.“Security will escort you all out if you waste any more time here,” he said firmly, as his voice was devoid of emotion. “Leave your badges and company property before you go.”The room
A JOKE GONE TOO FAR
The driver stepped forward, his face was pale, yet he clasped his hands tightly in front of him as if bracing himself for the storm ahead. His voice trembled with a mix of humility and desperation.“Mr. Vayne, with all due respect,” he began carefully, his gaze firmly on the floor, “we would never, ever think of you as a fool. Please, believe me when I say that. None of us here would dare to insult you or your intelligence.”Victor’s eyes narrowed, his arms were crossed as he stood like an immovable mountain. His silence pressed the driver to continue.“What you saw in that video,” the driver said, his tone pleading now, “was nothing but a skit—a stupid, drunken joke. We were… we were messing around after a few drinks. That’s all it was, sir. We would never harm the company or steal its money. It wasn’t serious.”Victor Vayne tilted his head slightly, his piercing gaze boring into the driver. “A skit?” he repeated slowly, his voice was calm yet filled with a dangerous edge. “You expec
THE BOLD DENIAL
The drivers exchanged uneasy glances, some turning to scan the group as though expecting Raymond to step forward at any moment. The silence grew heavier with each passing second as they shuffled uncomfortably.“Isn’t Mr Raymond here?” a young driver muttered under his breath, looking over his shoulder.“I thought he was right behind us,” another chimed in, as his brow was furrowed.The murmurs of confusion spread like wildfire. A few men called out Raymond’s name, their voices echoed in the spacious office, but no response came.After a few minutes of searching the group and glancing toward the door, it became painfully clear—Mr Raymond was not present.“He’s not here,” an older driver finally said, his voice carried a mix of disbelief and worry. “But he’s the one who told us to come here in the first place! He said it was an order from the boss.”“I could’ve sworn he was with us when we came in,” another driver added, scratching his head. “What’s going on?”The men exchanged confuse
RAGE UNLEASHED 2
Roughly two hours later, the sound of truck engines filled the air as a convoy of delivery vehicles rolled into the company headquarters.One by one, twenty trucks parked neatly in the company’s parking lot. The drivers climbed out of their trucks, each with different expressions—some tired, some curious, others just trying to stretch their legs after the long drive.The leader of the drivers, a stocky man named Raymond, stepped down from the first truck.He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, his face was tight with tension. As he looked around, he saw his colleagues chatting, laughing, or stretching, seemingly unaware of the storm that was about to hit.Raymond adjusted his cap, his mind racing, and then he raised his hand. His voice rang out loud and clear, cutting through the chatter.“Listen up!” he barked, his tone demanding attention.The voices of the drivers fell silent immediately. They all turned to look at Raymond, some frowning, others nervous. Th
