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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
The Last Heir 43. The Hidden Gift
The five others also followed closely behind Mr. Harry, one after another, like a trail of loyal shadows. Thus, when we all stepped into the mirror-like door, the mirror closed itself on us like a secretive gateway, sealing its secrets within. Hence, what we faced now was nothing but total darkness. It was even worse, as we couldn't see anything, akin to the darkness of an evil forest.Then suddenly, I heard Elijah say, "Light on!" and immediately, a bright light like the sun radiated above us until it stabilized upon us.This was a wide arena, akin to a wrestling ring. And to my greatest wonder, I wondered why my father had a place like this."A ring to fight whom?""Why are there bikes parked beside the ring? Shouldn't they be in the garage with all those fancy cars and SUVs?"These were the thoughts I wouldn't let sink into me like fetchers dropped deep into the well. And immediately I catapulted my thoughts to Elijah."Elijah, what is this ring for?"Elijah looked at me like someo
The Last Heir 44. What's Behind The Door
As Elijah completed his words, I immediately pressed the button, which suddenly drew my blood as I felt a needle pinch my finger. That was painful, and I could not help but scream out in pain. This reminded me of the bank in Nigeria, and I wondered why my father was always adding a DNA test to every little thing. As if Elijah heard my thoughts, he looked at me and said, "Everything of your father's possession that you are going to claim, you have to go through a test. This is not because he did not trust you as his son but because of those who seek you and would war with you." Elijah's words were like daggers cutting through my veins, causing agony as I couldn't help but wonder what he meant by "those who seek you and would war with you." Immediately, I looked at Mr. Harry. I could see the same expression of dilemma written boldly on his face, and thus, he stepped aside as he walked slowly behind Elijah again. Suddenly, we heard a sound, and we needed no one to tell us before we k
The Last Heir 45. What's Behind The Shelf?
Elijah’s words broke some kind of unexplainable confidence in me, like a powerful gust of wind extinguishing a flickering flame, and I felt ready to hear more of them if there were any more remaining. But Elijah only kept mute, and I could sense him watching my expression. Though I was surprised by the revelation about my father revealed by Elijah, Not because I thought it was a lie, but because he had lived a dedicated life, thinking he was a CIA agent, he worked for a deadly assassin organization. It was also at this moment that I remembered what Mr. Harry once told me when he picked me up from the street and I asked him about my father. Hence, I looked at him, and the shock he previously wore on his face was now shrunken into confidence from the knowledge Elijah had just revealed to me. "No child of his father would hear about his father’s unjust death and not avenge him, son. It's the reason Mr. Franks and I are so devoted to your story. Just as we helped you claim your properti
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