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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
The Last Heir 39. The Story of The Mansion
I understand the nature of Mr. Harry’s job. It was never to trust anyone easily, never to be swayed by the sweet tongue of a suspect pretending to be a victim, and, of course, most importantly, never to be caught off guard, like a vigilant fortress standing firm against the tides of deceit.And I did not blame him when he saw that I was already comfortable with the old man. He immediately pulled me back behind him, and Ethan, Samantha, Emily, Michael, and Benjamin swiftly formed a circle around Mr. Harry, like a loyal and impenetrable shield safeguarding their leader.Each of them still wielded their handguns and pointed at the old man, as Mr. Harry immediately voiced, "The wealthy man who was murdered and left the inheritance, I know. The child from the street with the necklace I know But who are you with the gray hair?"It didn't mean the old man answered Mr. Harry in that instance. However, that didn't mean he retaliated by pointing a gun at Mr. Harry either. But to say he flinched
The Last Heir 40. The Reveal of The Mansion
"What objective?" Mr. Harry asked at this moment, as the old man walked further ahead before he spoke again, "Can we be civilized now and have a long, meaningful conversation so the young master can know who he is?" As if I had not heard that the first time. What the old man called me fascinates me. "Am I really the young master?" Hearing him address me suddenly filled me with indescribable emotions, though not in a negative way, as I am more confident of who I am as the last heir indeed. I looked at the old man again, wondering if I would hear him call me 'young master' every day of my life like a cherished melody that never fades. But of course, my thoughts quickly returned to when he mentioned that his objective was almost complete, and I could no longer wait for what he had to say like a child eagerly awaiting the arrival of Christmas morning. "Can we all lower the guns already?" I screamed at once, even when I realized that Mr. Harry and the other five were already lowering t
The Last Heir 41. The Inside and The Gift
"Shall we then go in?" Elijah said at this moment: But what did he mean by 'can we all go in?' He should have said, Let us all go in, because I was indeed dying to see the inner beauty of my mansion. Everything now looks in awe from the gate to the mansion, and indeed, without any doubt, I know that the inside of the mansion was another beauty, like the expanse of the sky. And indeed, I knew I was not the only one in haste to see the inside. I could see the same expression on Mr. Harry and certainly on Samantha and the others. "Oh! Lest I forget! The late master made sure to tell me that the young master must see the garage before I show him the mansion interiors." What Elijah said also fascinated me. It was true that I admired fancy cars when I was still living on the street. Knowing that I was about to be shown my fleet of fancy cars could not have interested me more. And as of now, I immediately remembered what Andrew and I said to each other on one of those days on the street.
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