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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
The Last Heir 46. The Gift
Surprisingly, this place was not the living room we entered from the garage before the secret arena. This was another living room with only one seat in it.The seat was a perfect symbol of wealth, as its buttery soft leather was upholstered in the finest I have ever seen, offering a plush and inviting surface to sink into, with the elegant lines around the leather creating a real aura of refined luxury."Young Master, this is where your late dad sat and meditated whenever he wanted to be alone. Please have a seat, and I can fetch the contract document," Elijah said as he bowed.If Elijah lifted his neck at the moment his words ended, it was a lie. He did not lift his head as he continued to bow while Mr. Harry and the five others gazed upon me. As Mr. Harry said,"Go on, son, you can do it. I am counting on you."I know it's just a luxury chair, and all I was asked to do at this moment was to sit in it until Elijah came back, and I can sign the contract.But I was only a child from th
The Last Heir 47. The Sign
After Mr. Harry had read the content of the possession contract aloud, which the other five also heard, he placed the contract back where Elijah had placed it before and said,"Son, this looks good. Sign it, and we can begin the next step."At that moment, I nodded at Mr. Harry, and he understood the message behind my nodding as he nodded back at me. Slowly, my eyes fell on the areas I am supposed to sign.But I was just a guy from the street; I have never signed any document before, even though I have heard about it multiple times for a person to sign a document on the street.It makes me remember one of the early clashes between the big gangs and the small gangs on the street. Though the big gangs appeared to have won the war, enough dead bodies from the small gangs littered the streets, and every other kid on the street had to hide, including Sebastian and me.While I peeped, I saw how the big gangs made the small gangs sign a document of a treaty by stamping their blood on the pap
The Last Heir 48. The Training
Signing the document turned out to be easier than I had thought. As soon as I signed, Elijah swiftly packed up the contract before me and bowed once again."Young master, you are now officially the owner of the mansion and everything your late father owned, including me. Therefore, I will no longer address you as young master. From now on, I shall only refer to you as master."Elijah’s words triggered a cascade of thoughts, surprising me with their implications. I immediately recalled how age had not mattered on the streets, where anyone capable could be regarded as a gang leader.This situation resembled what had just transpired. I was only 22 years old, yet a man in his fifties was pledging to call me 'master.As if Mr. Harry and the other five had heard my thoughts, they also bowed to me and addressed me as master, even though it was clear they were just teasing.At that moment, my gaze returned to Samantha. She seemed to have been looking at me for the longest time. However, I was
The Last Heir 49. The Act of Shooting
As soon as the rest of the five saw the car driving itself towards us, they said, "Alright, Harry, we will see you at the training ground," and they turned towards the eerie gate of my eerie mansion and headed towards their different bikes like a flock of birds flying in different directions.Nevertheless, at this moment they all walked downward to their different bikes, their feet stepping on dry leaves that had clearly fallen from the surrounding trees, producing loud cracking sounds. Samantha turned back and ran towards me like a fleeting shadow chasing the fading light.Initially, my heart suddenly jumped as if something terrible was about to happen, but then I became relaxed by the fact that Samantha was only approaching me for a hug, bringing her mouth close to my ear."Be good, Marcus. I will be back soon, and you can fulfill your desire," she whispered. Then she removed her mouth from my ear and slowly released me from the hug.Ensuring our eyes maintained contact, she winked
The Last Heir 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
The Last Heir 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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