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The Lost Heir's Vendetta Chapter Fifty-Seven
“Why are the paparazzi here Mr. Raymond!” He demanded, this time around more irritated.His attorney was puzzled and more disorganized by the whole scenario. The paparazzi hit their microphones, phones, and other gadgets they held on the glass window, struggling hard to see who was inside the luxury car as the windows were heavily tinted, muffling the shouts they were making.“Sir, you can't come down here…” “No shit Sherlock! You think!” Aidan retorted. He tapped Cole and ordered him to find a spot where they could get into the private parking lot–at least, no one would be there as it's reserved.Cole obeyed and tried to maneuver his way but the media circulated their car and wouldn't give him breathing space to leave. They demanded that he come down and answer their questions.Right at that moment, Mr. Milton pulled into the crowd with some company security that pushed all of them back to give way for him to pass through. It was a scrabble between the paparazzi and the security an
The Lost Heir's Vendetta Chapter Fifty-Eight
“Yes Frederick, answer the question. Why I'm I suddenly a topic of concern to you or is it because I'm winning the high stakes of the City and your little tactics aren't working” The crowd composed of the media gasped in astonishment. He just called the sovereign of the City by his first name, what a load of disrespect. This was unheard of as everyone but Aidan feared the Claytons. Jeremy stepsided his father and stood right in front of Aidan, his pulse vibrating.“Take that back!” He demanded.“Or what?!” Aidan answered back, adorning a sly smirk across his face. He was fiercely looking at Jeremy, waiting for his next retort or witty reply but for whatever reason, he backed down which Aidan later saw it was because his father tugged at him to back down.“Still waiting for the answer Sir,” The media lady demanded for the third time. Frederick shot her a cold and icy glare from the corner of his eyes, ready to unleash hell on her but a part of his almost indiscernible facial expressi
The Lost Heir's Vendetta Chapter Fifty-Nine
A whole week passed since the time Frederick had allegedly planted fake evidence in the office of the FCIU and tipped off the media, only to get the heat on himself. The video of him and his son falling down the stairs had been the talk of the entire town–Aidan made sure he couldn't take the videos down.They tried, but his tech guy wasn't just tech-smart for no reason, anytime the videos were scrubbed by Frederick, his tech guy would upload another angle making it an exhilarating week for them.Their stock market took a hit too, as their overseas business partners backed out–they wanted to expand their shady loan business further into the overseas market. But this thrashing deemed them unfit to handle the overseas market if he couldn't control his son; Jeremy or take down a viral video of his disgrace. It was a rollercoaster week for them and Aidan took pleasure in it as he was the reason behind it all.Aidan was with his estate agent/developer–Micheal Sullivan, in the estate develo
The Lost Heir's Vendetta Chapter Sixty
“Yes Sir,” He bowed and Aidan walked past them, without really paying much attention to the worker who was about to piss himself.A couple of minutes later, his Maybach pulled up at the executive parking space. No one was waiting for him as his imaging director and secretary were holding the culprit they had caught down.He didn't ask for further details of who he was or how they caught him but he needed to handle this personally.The elevator chimed and opened up on the fourth floor housing the conference room. He put aside his phone in his pocket as he just received a message from his attorney that Ms. Rosaline had given all the evidence she had on Madam Doris. His lips curved into a sly grin and then he stepped out of the elevator with Cole trailing behind him. The security stood right at the conference room entrance guarding the door.He got in and the first thing his sight took hold of was a bloodied young man, with a cut on the side of his head around the temples, causing blood t
The Lost Heir's Vendetta Chapter Sixty-One
He scoffed as he skimmed his finger across his nose. The outrage had so gotten to the point that it scorched his insides. Frederick was underestimating him. In full force, to the surprise of everyone present, he thrust a blow to be added to the guy’s already bruised and swollen face. But before it could land on his already broken nose, he held his clenched fist mid-air. The guy squealed like a mouse trapped and it wasn't just only him that was scared shitless by Aidan’s action, his secretary was too, and she couldn't hide it by grabbing onto Mr. Milton's hand. She let out a tiny screech, audible only to Mr. Milton. “You're finished” Aidan growled, as he grabbed the guy’s shoulders lifting him a bit upward. His lips curled into a condescending smile. “You messed with the wrong man!” He dropped him back on the chair.The police stepped in right at that very same moment and his secretary who was on the way moved aside for them to get access. The policemen exchanged side looks as the
The Lost Heir's Vendetta Chapter Sixty-Two
“Still waiting on that heartfelt apology” He resounded to Jeremy again, this time by digging the heels of his black sneakers into Jace’s neck. “Tick Tock. Tick Tock.” He chuckled softly but grimly, casually crossing his hands on his back. The choking sounds of Jace could be heard as he dug deeper. Jace tried to wriggle his neck free from his feet but it was fruitless. Jeremy on the other hand, just stood and watched as his friend was being choked out of his life; he cared more about his broken fingers. Noah; the gym owner placed his hands on his head in a frenzy as dread ran through him. He didn't want any trouble.“Sir, please…” He stuttered as he dragged his words. “I don't need their apology, just let him go” He was inside the ring now, on his knees pleading not because he cared about Jeremy or his friend who always ran his gym like it was trash but because the gym was his life and any harm to them would destroy his business.Aidan released the pressure as he noticed Jace was now
The Lost Heir's Vendetta Chapter Sixty-Three
Once he was done settling his affairs in the Caucus gym, he changed back into his clothes, got into his car, and drove to no particular destination. Getting all that anger out was what he thought he needed but for some reason, seeing Jeremy’s broken hand or Jace’s puffed up and bruised face and dignity wasn't satisfactory enough. His throat was still tight and his heart was heavy. His stomach on the other hand swirled and threatened to spill the contents if there were even any because he hadn't had food all day. The anger was still evident, still ever-present. He grabbed the steering wheel and tightened his grip on it as if to wring the daylight out of it.“Ding!” “Ding!” His attention went to his phone that was on the passenger seat, close to his jacket that he placed carelessly there. He saw the flash of light and the message pop up, his phone made as he pulled to a stop sign in the busy streets of the City. Since he was at a stop sign, he decided to check what the message was. H
The Lost Heir's Vendetta Chapter Sixty-Four
“Don't get on my nerves more than you already have” “I won't ask again!” He said sternly.“Yes,” Casey said slowly but reluctantly. He ended the call. He had no other choice but to call her. Calling their family doctor would probably take all the time in the world since he had never even met the man and he didn't want to go through the long process of calling his attorney or his lawyer for help hence Casey.He sped through the busy streets and the road like a madman, breaking a couple of traffic rules. His one eye was fixed on Eileen who kept on babbling some gibberish utterance. Worry sliced across his face and settled on his eyes. It was almost past 8 PM now and he hadn't had anything since the day began; he was bearing the brunt of that as his stomach rumbled like a madman-exactly like the way he drove.He finally pulled up to the Ack Hotel entrance. Luckily, there was a private entrance made possible by his father, no public eyes would be on them since he doesn't have to use the
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