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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR SILENT TRIUMPH SHATTERED HEART
Marvin looked at Daniel with a smirk, a hint of amusement lit up in his eyes. He let out a small chuckle. "Do you think I’m scared, Daniel? Father has already tried to kill me once." He paused, then leaned in closer to the transparent glass door, letting them see the cold confidence in his eyes."Did you really think I’d let you all walk free around Neovalle now that I’m here?" he said quietly, with a voice that was full of menace. "Certainly not. The cops will throw you out of Neovalle once they get hold of you. And you can kiss your precious cannabis business goodbye… all thanks to me."He stepped back, chuckling to himself as he watched the fury and fear on their faces.About ten to fifteen minutes later, the sound of police sirens filled the street outside the bank. Marvin looked calm, watching the flashing red and blue lights through the windows. He knew what was coming next.His phone buzzed, and he answered quickly. It was Commissioner Johnson."Where are you now?" Johnson ask
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR UNSPOKEN CONNECTIONS 1
Marvin took a deep breath as he stepped out of the bank and into the street. He hailed a cab, trying to keep his emotions under control, but the sadness was beginning to overwhelm him. As he sat in the cab, his mind was filled with memories of his mother, each one pulling him deeper into his grief. His chest felt heavy, and he looked out of the window, barely noticing the passing scenery. He wanted to be with her, even if it meant facing the hardest goodbye of his life.The cab pulled up outside the hospital. Marvin quickly paid the fare, barely registering the driver’s thanks, and rushed towards the emergency ward. He moved with purpose, but his heart was pounding. As he neared the ward, he spotted the doctor and a few nurses gathered around the bed where his mother lay.He approached quietly, his steps were slowing down as he drew nearer. With trembling hands, he reached out to move the cloth covering her face. His heart sank as he looked at her still, peaceful face. The black
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR UNSPOKEN CONNECTIONS 2
Mr. V looked at Marvin for a long moment, his face was calm but his eyes were filled with a quiet intensity. Finally, he nodded."Yes," he said, his voice was steady. "I knew her while I was in Westwood. In fact, I am from Westwood."Marvin's mouth fell open in shock. He stared at Mr. V, feeling as if he were seeing him in a new light. The news was surprising, but at the same time, it made sense. Mr. V had always had that Westwood vibe—the way he moved, the way he held himself, even the way he spoke.Marvin swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. "Which... which of the families do you belong to, then?"Mr. V gave a small smile, one that seemed to hold secrets. "I intended to keep this a secret during my time here in Neovalle," he said quietly. "But it wouldn't be right to keep a member of my own family in the dark about my identity."Marvin felt a wave of confusion wash over him. He looked at Mr. V, his eyebrows were knitted together. "What... what are you trying to say, Mr. V?"
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A LONG LOST EMBRACE
Mr. Christopher Richmond looked at Marvin with a gentle, almost tender expression. He reached out a hand. "Yes, Marvin, it is me… come here."Marvin moved forward and wrapped his arms around his uncle, holding him in a warm embrace. The weight of everything—the surprise, the grief, the relief—pressed down on him."I… I can't believe it," Marvin murmured, his voice was thick with emotion.Mr. Christopher held him close. "I left when you were just one year old.""That was… that was over thirty years ago.""Yes," Mr. Christopher replied softly.After a moment, Marvin pulled back slightly, looking around the waiting area with a cautious glance. He leaned in close and lowered his voice. "So… I presume that you know about the Synapticore force. Don't you?"Mr. Christopher’s expression grew serious. He held Marvin’s gaze for a few long seconds, and his eyes were now filled with caution. "Details about the Synapticore force are not meant to be discussed in places like this," he said in a low
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR ECHOES OF THE PAST: THE RICHMOND LEGACY
The thudding sounds grew louder as Marvin and Mr. Christopher walked through the house. The noise echoed down the hall, making Marvin’s heart beat a little faster. He felt a mix of curiosity and fear—it sounded like something huge and powerful was being worked on just above them.Mr. Christopher let out a small sigh. "Oh, that would be Erasmus," he said with a touch of amusement.Marvin looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What’s going on up there?""It’s that robot of his," Mr. Christopher explained. "It broke down during a recent construction project. Erasmus has been trying to fix it ever since, but he just can’t let it go."Marvin’s interest was piqued. "Can I see the robot?""Of course," Mr. Christopher said, nodding. "Let’s take the elevator."They stepped into the elevator, and Mr. Christopher pressed a button. The soft hum of the machine filled the air as they ascended. When the doors opened on the second floor, they walked down a short hallway until they reached a door. M
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR ECHOES OF THE PAST: A QUESTION OF AUTHORITY
Marvin looked at his uncle, feeling more confused. "But… but you… I mean, I don’t see any Synapticore mark on you."Mr. Christopher gave him a patient smile. "So you think I need a Synapticore mark to prove I have the Synapticore force?""A prickle of heat crept up Marvin’s neck, and he lowered his gaze, clenching his hands to keep from fidgeting. He wasn’t sure if he’d overstepped, or even looked down on his uncle, but he could feel his uncle’s patient eyes on him."I’m sorry, Uncle. I didn’t mean to be rude."Mr. Christopher chuckled softly. "No, no, it’s fine. Even the smartest people make wrong guesses sometimes."Marvin relaxed a little, but his mind was still buzzing with questions. He was desperate to understand more about his uncle. But something in his uncle’s calm, firm tone made him decide to hold back his questions—at least for now.He had to desist from asking Mr Christopher anything about the Synapticore force and why he was not the CEO of Richmond tech group.Then, a
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF SECRETS
Mr. Christopher’s confident look faded, and he fell silent, as his eyes were fixed on the floor. He seemed to be deep in thought, processing what Marvin had said. Marvin’s words had struck a chord—there was a real chance that the Zypher family would offer the governor an enormous amount of money to sway him. And knowing the governor, he wasn’t exactly the type to turn down a deal like that.Finally, Mr. Christopher looked back at Marvin, and his face turned serious. "We have to find a way to stop her," he said.Marvin could see the determination in his uncle’s eyes, but he also saw a hint of worry. This wasn’t going to be easy."I’m trying to figure something out," said Marvin, with a hint of frustration in his voice. "But it just won’t come together. The Zypher's spectral manipulation abilities give them a big advantage in this wicked agenda of theirs."Mr Christopher nodded, understanding what his uncle meant. With that kind of power, they could push their agenda forward, making i
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE HEART OF SYNAPTICORE
Mr. Christopher gave Marvin a nod, signaling him to follow. They stepped out of the room, and Marvin couldn’t help but feel a mix of curiosity and confusion."Where are you taking me?" Marvin asked, his voice was tense.Mr. Christopher glanced back with a small, mysterious smile. "A very special place."They walked down a narrow hallway, and the dim blue lighting cast shadows on the walls. The path twisted and turned, leading them deeper into the quiet part of Mr. Christopher’s duplex. It felt secluded, like a part of the house that no one else knew about. Marvin noticed how quiet everything was here, as if they’d entered a hidden world where no outside noise could reach.Finally, they stopped in front of a large metallic door at the end of the hallway. The door was smooth and silver, with no handle, only a small, glowing sensor to the side.Mr. Christopher took a step forward and focused his right eye on the sensor. For a moment, the sensor glowed brighter, scanning his eye with a
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