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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR NO PLACE FOR GOLDDIGGERS
Inside the limousine, the girls were still chatting excitedly. They had poured themselves glasses of wine from the mini-fridge, and their laughter echoed through the luxurious vehicle."This place is incredible!" one of the girls exclaimed, taking a sip of wine."I feel like we’re living in a movie," another added, stretching out on the soft leather seats.The expensive looking lady grinned smugly as she leaned back, holding a crystal glass. "This is just the beginning, girls. Once we meet the boss of this car, our lives will be set."As they enjoyed their drinks and continued talking, the limo door suddenly swung open. The girls all looked up, startled. Standing there was Marvin, the man they had insulted in the restaurant. His expression was calm, but his eyes held a serious look.The leader of the girls gasped, as her face turned pale. "What… what are you doing here?" she stuttered, struggling to find her words.Marvin who was still outside, crossed his arms. "I think I should be
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR REALITY OR ILLUSION?
"Yes, sir," the butler responded, gripping the steering wheel."Okay I will like you to drive me there.""Okay sir Marvin."Marvin settled into the backseat, and after a moment, he spoke. "So, what do you think of tech? It's been changing the world, hasn’t it?"The butler hesitated before answering. "Well, sir, I can’t say I’m a fan of all the new gadgets and machines. It’s made people lazy, if you ask me. Everyone relies too much on technology. They’ve stopped using their hands, their heads... It's like they’ve forgotten how to do things the old way."Marvin listened quietly, curious. "So, you don’t like tech at all?"The butler sighed. "Not entirely. I admit, some machines have been helpful to me over the years. Made my work easier, saved me time. But overall, I think it’s made people softer."Marvin nodded, though his expression showed a spark of excitement. "Well, I’m the opposite. I’m a huge tech enthusiast. I love everything about it."The butler glanced at him in the rearview m
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR UNBELIEVABLE ORDERS
The young woman’s smile never wavered as she stepped closer and shook Marvin's hand. "Mr Marvin Richmond I suppose, My name is Lina, and I am an advanced AI system designed to assist you."Marvin's eyes widened. His heart skipped a beat. How does she know my name?His voice was sharp as he blurted out, "How the hell do you know who I am?"Lina’s expression remained calm, as she was unbothered by his reaction. "I’ve connected to your neurological system, Mr. Richmond. I can access certain information about you—like your name—and I can even predict what you might be feeling or say next."Marvin stared at her, completely stunned. He felt a chill run down his spine. This wasn’t some simple customer service robot. This was something far more advanced. Could she really know what I’m thinking?"But... robots like you are only used for customer service in places like this, right?" Marvin asked, still trying to wrap his head around it.He knew that it would be very risky if robots like this
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR UNEXPECTED SETBACK
Marvin’s heart raced with excitement as Lina led him away from the crowd and towards the payment department. He could still feel the skeptical stares from the people behind him, but he didn’t care. His mind was focused on the future—on the incredible machines he was about to purchase and the groundbreaking ideas he would soon bring to life.Lina guided him through a set of doors into a quieter section of the establishment. The sleek, modern design of the tech showroom gave way to a more business-like area. They walked down a long hallway until they reached a large room with several desks, where human staff handled transactions for high-value purchases.Marvin approached the desk where a man named Derek sat. He was one of the senior staff members, dressed in a crisp shirt and tie, with a tablet in hand. As they approached, Derek glanced up from his screen, then quickly looked Marvin up and down.He didn’t look impressed.Marvin noticed Derek’s eyes lingering on the faint stain of
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR DIAMOND ROYALE DILEMMA
Marvin stared at the payment machine in disbelief. His Diamond Royale card had never been declined before. He had more than forty billion dollars available, so why couldn’t it process this transaction?How could this happen? he wondered.He had just used the same card to book a three-hundred-thousand-dollar reservation at the Aurora Grand Hotel. It worked fine then. So, what was going on now?Marvin’s hands felt cold as he picked up his card from the counter. Derek looked at him with disappointment, shaking his head slightly.“You might want to check with your bank,” Derek said, his voice polite but with a hint of doubt. "That is if you brought an actual active diamond royale card."Two of Derek's colleagues started laughing at Marvin after Derek said that.Marvin didn’t respond. His mind was spinning with questions. Was there a problem with the card? Was it the payment system? Or something else?Behind him, Marvin could hear whispers. The people who had been watching him from ear
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A FROZEN FORTUNE
"Do they have any powerful bank there in Neovalle?" Mr. Benney asked."Well, how am I supposed to know? I just arrived here," Marvin replied, with frustration creeping into his voice."Well," Mr. Benney said, "I would advise you to visit any powerful bank there in Neovalle. I'm sure they must have the solution to your problem.""Okay, Mr. Benney. I’ll do just that. However, if I have any problems, I’ll contact you again," Marvin said."Whatever you say Mr. Marvin," Mr. Benney responded.Marvin ended the call and started walking toward his butler, who was waiting by the car."Sir Marvin, you look stressed. Is anything the matter?" the butler asked."Is there any powerful bank here in Neovalle?" Marvin asked.The butler looked confused. "With all due respect, Sir Marvin, I don't understand what you mean by 'powerful bank,' but here in Neovalle, we have two major banks: Everforge Bank and Astris Bank.""Okay, do you know the one that is more powerful than the other?""Um, I believe that
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR NEGOTIATIONS AND ULTIMATUMS
Vincent Troi leaned back in his chair, putting up a small smirk on his face. "Why I did that? You want to know why I froze your account? Well, I did it because I can."The diamond royale credit card was a dominant credit card that could be used in any city within the country, however, it was subjected to the authority of the most powerful financial institution of the particular city it was used for any transaction.Marvin looked puzzled. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "What? What do you mean you froze my account because you can? Do you even listen to yourself? You're acting like my bank account is your personal property, and I’m some kind of slave. How dare you do such a thing?" Marvin's voice was filled with anger.Mr. Troi remained calm and simply replied, "Keep talking like that, and see where it gets you."Marvin felt the rage boiling inside him, but he knew he needed to think clearly. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm down. After a moment, he spoke again, this tim
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR DIRTY DEALS
Vincent Troi sat in his luxurious mansion, a grand estate surrounded by high walls and guards. The house was full of expensive artwork, golden chandeliers, and soft, rich carpets. Troi leaned back in a leather chair, sipping on a glass of fine wine. Around him were six of his most trusted allies, all rich and powerful like him. The room was filled with laughter and the smell of expensive cigars.Two of his allies, men who had worked with him for years, were boasting about their recent success. One, a man named Franco, puffed on his cigar and spoke with pride. "We just finished moving another hundred million through our fake companies. Clean and easy. No one will ever trace it back to us."The other, a man called Hector, chuckled. "The beauty of it is, the money looks legit. It’s all in offshore accounts now, untouchable. We could retire tomorrow if we wanted."They had just boasted about their recent success in their money laundering operations.Troi smiled, pleased with his team'
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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
DARK HORIZONS
Four hours later…Marvin's office was dark, except for the faint glow of the city lights bleeding through the large windows. The clock on the wall ticked softly, marking each passing second with a cruel, steady rhythm.It was 7:00 PM.Marvin sat in his black leather chair, slouched back, with a glass of beer in one hand and a half-smoked cigarette in the other. Smoke curled lazily around him, filling the room with a bitter haze.His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his tie loosened, and his hair was a mess. His eyes were bloodshot, heavy with exhaustion and grief. He looked like a man who had just lost everything—because he had.Ethan Voss was dead.His only chance to expose Mr. Crowe. Gone.The wild beeping of the heart monitor still echoed in Marvin’s head, sharp and haunting. The image of Ethan convulsing, his body jerking violently, his face twisted in pain, was burned into his mind.Marvin took a long drag from the cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dim light. He exhal
