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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.
The Last Heir 42. The Show of The Hidden Gift
Elijah's words fascinated me, like I had just heard something new. But of course, it was indeed something new because I never thought that I was going to have a customized car, especially one of which there is only one type in the world and belonged to just me."Wow!" I exclaimed, rubbing my hands on the driver’s leather seat that embraced me, cradling me in a perfect balance of comfort and control. When I placed my hands gently on the steering wheel, it felt like an artist’s brush beckoning me to unleash my creativity. With a gentle turn to the right, the wheel responded, as if it possessed an innate understanding of my desires.I opened my mouth wide, still surprised by the manifest interior: such beauty, such comfort, and such luxury. I sent a quick stare to Elijah, and he gave me a thumbs-up as if he could feel every joy I felt.Having seen a little of the Ferrari, I wanted to check out others as well. Without any delay, I moved on to the next car parked behind the Ferrari.As I m
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Chapter 58: Wake Up and Shoot
Suddenly, out of my blank state, my eyelids fluttered slowly. Awareness crept back into my senses. A deep breath escaped my lips, and with each inhale, life returned like the first rays of dawn breaking through the darkness. Finally, my eyes opened, and I blinked at the world's brightness.The weather seemed cold and unforgiving, with a biting wind that cut through layers of clothing like a sharp blade.As soon as I groaned in agony, attempting to sit upright, the first person my eyes peered at was Samantha."We thought you were dead!" she said."Welcome to a new day. Now, get ready for training," she said again."But training? I was barely getting better," I thought. As if the others heard my thoughts, my eyes peered at them, who were right in the right corner adjacent to Samantha in the left corner in the same tent with me. I saw them shrug their shoulders and raise their hands like they were unconcerned about my health."Get up now, Mr. Marcus. Get to training. Your father's enemie
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Chapter 57: The Thought of Shot
I did not flinch, nor did my feet tremble with fear. Just like before, I knew the gun was empty because I was the one who assembled it, and I did not see where I had inserted the bullets. "Why are you not flinching?” Samantha asked, and with that, I replied, "Because there is no bullet in the weapon in your hand.” I answered, showing perfect confidence on my face. "Oh! Really?" Samantha asked. "How about now?” She said this as she now, indeed, right in front of my eyes, inserted some bullets into the gun and pulled the safety off. "I ask, how about now?" My heart was racing right at this moment; however, I did not show it. For some reason, I knew very well that Samantha was never going to shoot me. I did not respond but continued to breathe heavily, with my face swollen like a frowning child. Either way, it did not mean Samantha was not going to ask another question. "Are you the son of your father?” She asked. However, if I said anything, it would be a lie. A perfect silence ami
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Chapter 56: The Assemble
How Samantha said, "If I were indeed the son of my father, I would assemble the gun back," made me furrow my brows in deep seriousness as I immediately began to disassemble the gun, noticing each piece I had disassembled and capturing it in my mind as if a camera had snapped it and stored it in a hidden place to be used later.I said nothing at this moment, and certainly, Samantha said nothing to me either. Even so, she stood closer to me and picked up one of the pistols from the sandy patches, then proceeded to load it with bullets.With both hands, she held the pistols in her grip, closed one eye, and aimed at a distant target."Pa! Pa! Pa!"She fired three times, and the sound of the pistol was deafening. However, when I looked to see what Samantha had shot, I realized it was all a ruse.Nevertheless, I said nothing and continued with what I was disassembling and assembling as instructed by Samantha. At this moment, Mr. Harry's voice called my attention."That's some excellent targ
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Chapter 55: The Trigger!
"Is she insane? How could she tell me to pull the trigger on her? Does she want me to kill her all in the name of training?" I thought, and hence, I refused, saying, "I can't."Hearing what I said, Samantha's face grew colder as she said, "In the act of war, it is a game of being the first. When your enemy refuses to shoot, you hit him in the head with a bullet."Now Samantha came closer to me and pointed the gun at her head. She looked at me and said once more, "Now f**king pull the trigger!"At this moment, my legs trembled in great fear, and I could not even fathom what Samantha was thinking."Does she really mean I should kill her?"My hands began to shake simultaneously like leaves in the wind, trembling under the action Samantha had portrayed.Slowly, while I expected Mr. Harry and the others from a distance to see the insanity Samantha had asked me to do, I looked at Mr. Harry and the others, and what they did and said at this moment surprised me."Such a feeble-minded street b
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Chapter 54. From The Tent
Coming out of the tent, I wore a breathable, lightweight shirt, as it was the only shirt provided in the tent. Then I put on athletic shoes with good support and cushioning. I also wore a light jacket and a head cap that lowered to my forehead.Seeing this, Samantha walked towards me immediately. I could see how she smiled at me and led me towards the sandy patches.As I walked with Samantha, the way she approached me and smiled at me made it clear that my claim of not being nervous was a lie. I turned my head around in search of Ethan, who might emerge from the tent he had entered at any moment.Meanwhile, the others were with Mr. Harry by the crates. They opened each crate, selecting weapons and loading them with bullets.I quickly wondered why they were doing this, considering that Mr. Harry had asked Samantha to train me specifically. Suppressing my question wasn't an option at this point, so I directed it to Samantha."Why are they loading bullets into each gun and strapping them
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Chapter 53. Getting to The Training Ground
Before I knew it, we had already arrived at a location different from the bushes Mr. Harry had driven through. This area had tall rocks surrounding it and a small pond of water that seemed to lead nowhere, visible from the car we had yet to step out of.As I gazed around, I noticed in the distance to the right a formation that provided both a sense of containment and a touch of rugged beauty.In this way, the tall rocks acted as protective barriers, enclosing the training area in a secure embrace.Additionally, I observed that the landscape within was a combination of sandy patches and compacted earth, with clear demarcations indicating designated firing zones and pathways.At the center of the training ground, a wide and well-maintained firing range was set up. The range featured a row of target boards at varying distances, allowing participants to practice their marksmanship skills effectively.Upon exiting the car, Mr. Harry and I walked towards the sandy patches. I saw a sturdy wo
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52. The Training Ground
In this way, I heard the car tires screech so hard, like a whistle that signaled the end of the world. With this, the fear gripping me was tighter than when any gang leader had grabbed any kid by the neck on the street.Immediately, I heard Mr. Harry's voice again. "Hit the brake, son, and turn the wheel left so the car doesn't flip completely like a tossed coin."As if I understood what Mr. Harry had said at this moment, I did what I thought he said, hitting the pedal beside the accelerator and turning the steering wheel to the left.Suddenly, I saw that the car halted and smoke began to spread from inside the car and, hence, out of the car window."You are such a terrible driver, Mr. Marcus, but thank you for not killing us," Darling said.I began to sweat profusely suddenly, like a racer who did all he could yet came last on the track, as the whole scenario felt as if I had seen death face-to-face, and my heartbeat was heavy like a mythical hammer pounding so greatly inside the mor
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51. The DriveWay
Driving a car for the first time was a mix of immense fun and an undeniable risk to life.Every time I turned the wheel, either I had turned it too much, nearly colliding with a car beside me on the road, or I had turned it too little, causing the car to deviate from my intended direction.Throughout this, Mr. Harry continued to chuckle, playfully teasing me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. In that moment, I couldn't help but wonder how he remained so relaxed, akin to a king on his throne, despite being aware of the potential danger. So I inquired,"Mr. Harry, how can you sit so comfortably while you know I'm driving poorly?""You're not driving poorly, son. In fact, for a first-timer, you've done quite well to avoid colliding with other cars or walls. You've performed better than I did during my first drive," Mr. Harry responded, leaving me perplexed as to why he had laughed earlier if he thought I was doing a good job."So why did you laugh, Mr. Harry?"Once more, upon posing t
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50 Start the F**king car!
But how did Mr. Harry expect that I would be able to start the car when all I have done all my life is be on the street and beg for alms to feed me for the day?Did he also not recall that he was the one who, in fact, taught me how to open a car door?"But Mr. Harry, I do not know how I am going to start this vehicle," I said, immediately after I had stared at the steering wheels for a while and could not figure out how to start the car at all.Hence, Mr. Harry said, "Hey darling,"And immediately, the voice from the car answered, "Hey Harry, what can I do for you?""Our friend here, Mr. Marcus, does not know how he is going to start this vehicle. Could you help him figure it out?" Mr. Harry asked at once."Of course, Harry, I can certainly do that," the voice answered, and she immediately continued talking."Hi, Mr. Marcus. If you want to start this vehicle, it is very easy because it is fully automated. So, don't worry about a thing. I will surely be of help until we arrive at our d
