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The Last Heir 31. The secret Vault
"We already called the ambulance; they should be here in a few minutes," the voice said. "Please apply pressure to the cut, Mr. Harry." "Go, son! This is not my fight. I will be fine. Go retrieve your inheritance. We still have a lot to do after this one. Go! Go!" Mr. Harry groaned in agony. Quickly, as if Mr. Harry's urgency had infected me, I sprang to my feet like I was on fire and rushed towards the end passage door like a bolt of lightning. Reaching the door, it was as if I were at the gate of prosperity, knowing fully well that my entire life would change the moment I opened the door. I took a deep breath and muttered to myself, "It is worth it," judging from all I have been through in this country called Nigeria. I stared at the doorknob for about a minute, figuring out what I would do the moment I beheld my inheritance. "Why is it not opening?" I yelled, turning the doorknob, but the door refused to open. "Why is the door not opening?" I yelled again. "Mr. Taylor, you mu
The Last Heir 32. Get The Wealth
Mr. Harry was already in the ambulance when I came out of the bank, but as soon as he saw me, Ethan, Samantha, Benjamin, Emily, and Michael, who were beside him, they were not enough to hold him back from receiving his treatment.Like a wrestler who fought all odds and wanted to win a belt, he unbuckled the bed belt that restricted him in the ambulance and threatened the men in scrubs who were treating him with his injuries. "I am getting outta here; stop me, and I'll cut your head on a spike."Mr. Harry, though still struggling with his arm, walked towards me, and scanned his eyes completely on me like he was looking for something. The first thing he asked was, "Give me all the documentation in that room."My thoughts rumbled on my face like thunderclouds brewing, ready to release a torrential downpour of emotions. And as soon as Mr. Harry saw this boldness on my face, he took back his words immediately. "I am sorry. Did you find your inheritance in there?"I understood, Mr. Harry, l
The Last Heir 33. Revelation in Chicago
Landing in Chicago brought forth a new feeling within me, akin to that of a child taken on a holiday and returning to see his parents, who welcomed him with a bag full of ice cream.Michael being the first and Benjamin following closely after him, we disembarked from the helicopter and made our way down to Mr. Harry's mansion.Mr. Harry and I walked alongside each other, our steps in sync, resembling a couple strolling down the aisle. Underneath his capable arm, he held the documentation I had retrieved from the bank.In a similar fashion, Ethan and Samantha walked together, exuding an air of comfort. My eyes remained fixed on them, much like an artist captivated by his exquisite masterpiece."You like her, huh?" Mr. Harry spoke suddenly, sending shivers down my spine. "How could he ask me such a horrendous question?" I thought.As if Mr. Harry saw my inner turmoil boldly displayed on my face, he laughed and continued, "You don't have to lie to me or to yourself. You like her, but unf
The Last Heir 34. Found It
Suddenly, the TV screen became bright with colors, and on it, we all stared at a mansion, a fleet of cars, and money saved in some kind of vault within the mansion—everything a son like me needed to have, thanks to my father."Your father is quite the secretive man, hahaha. He didn't keep his money in the bank, but in a vault close to him," Mr. Harry laughed, thunderously echoing through the valley with unrestrained joy and exuberance.But there was some truth in his joke, and the thought lingered in my mind like a swarm of persistent bees, buzzing with relentless curiosity and prompting contemplation.However, I swiftly pushed aside those thoughts, much like a skilled acrobat gracefully maneuvering through the air.At that moment, if my excitement wasn't gradually turning into laughter akin to Mr. Harry's, it would be a lie. Instantly, I burst out with the same sound and joy, releasing it all.Ethan, Samantha, Benjamin, Emily, and Michael mirrored my reaction. It was an overwhelming
The Last Heir 35. The Morning at The Secret Office
The next morning came swiftly, and as I stepped out into the secret office, I noticed everyone was already present, including Mr. Harry. It felt as though they had all been eagerly awaiting my arrival because, as soon as I opened the door, their intense gazes spoke volumes, especially Samantha's. Unexpectedly, Ethan was the first to speak. "The man of the hour is here amongst us," he exclaimed, and like that, everyone, including Mr. Harry, erupted into a round of applause. Each person was impeccably dressed. Mr. Harry wore a vintage shirt and a stylish white hat, with a brown cigar resting on his lips. His crisp white pants and perfectly polished shoes completed the ensemble. Samantha and Emily, like twin sisters, donned elegant white flowered gowns, their long hair cascading gently over their shoulders, reminiscent of a graceful fountain. Ethan sported a black leather jacket, his hands holding a device, similar to Michael and Benjamin, who were practically indistinguishable from
The Last Heir 36. Way To The Mansion
"Get in!" Mr. Harry's voice catapulted me out of my thoughts, and I immediately opened the door to the same car he had arrived in at the police station when I was thrown in the cell.I wondered why we didn't just get one of those powerful bikes like the rest of the five did, and I also thought again about why we weren't all going in the same direction.So, as Mr. Harry slipped into the car and turned on the engine, I asked, "Why aren't we on one of those powerful bikes, Mr. Harry?"Mr. Harry chuckled mischievously at that moment, reveling in his secret prank."You love power bikes, huh?" he asked, then laughed out loud again."Yes," I answered nonetheless, but if Mr. Harry was supposed to answer me at that moment, it was a lie.With great strength, Mr. Harry reversed at a high speed, and I immediately remembered how he had taught me to use the seat belt. While I struggled to fasten the seat belt due to the speed at which he was reversing, I finally managed to secure it.From the side
The Last Heir 37. The Skilled Harry
Like a seasoned race car driver defying the limits of gravity and pushing the bounds of physics, Mr. Harry skillfully turned the steering wheel, executing a flawless 180-degree reverse maneuver. In a heart-stopping moment, he seamlessly shifted gears, a symphony of motion unfolding before my eyes. His practiced finesse was evident as he effortlessly rolled the gear stick, his right leg moving with lightning speed and precision, merging power and grace into a harmonious ballet of control. Compelled by curiosity, I quickly glanced at the side mirror to witness the aftermath of this breathtaking driving display. The blue flames that once danced at the back of our car had vanished, yet our speed showed no signs of diminishing, propelling us forward with an unwavering momentum, defying the laws of inertia like a comet streaking through the vast expanse of the night sky. The car no longer thundered down a straight path; instead, it danced along the road with unparalleled speed, inducing a
The Last Heir 38. View of The Mansion
Without my knowledge, Mr. Harry suddenly decelerated, and Ethan and Samantha took the lead in front of us.To our right, Michael and Emily were skillfully maneuvering their bikes, while Benjamin positioned himself on the left, closest to me, like a steadfast companion ready for the unknown.From the car, I could see the passing vehicles beside us, captivated by our formation. Some reached for their cellphones, ready to capture the scene, while others simply gave a thumbs up as they drove by.A few people shouted, "Nice bikes!" and cheered, sticking their heads out of their car windows like enthusiastic spectators at a thrilling parade, eager to be a part of the exhilarating moment."Cover your face with this hat," Mr. Harry said urgently, taking off his white hat and placing it on my head."Do not let anyone film your face," he reiterated with a sense of urgency and protectiveness, his voice resonating like a shield of caution, shielding me from unwanted attention and potential danger
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