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The Second Heir Chapter 112
"To Behav!!!" "Cheerss!!!" CLANG!The executive dining room echoed with the clinking of glasses as the group raised their drinks in a toast. Greg found himself surrounded by his colleagues, each wearing smiles that concealed their own motives and agendas. The camaraderie of the moment was tainted by the underlying currents of corporate politics.Amid the laughter and the sound of the clinking glasses, Mr. Anderson’s booming voice cut through the air, drawing everyone's attention. "Hey you youngsterr!!!! You all must try to drink more!! You know you all lose to my daughter she’s just seventeen but she can already drink—"Greg couldn't help but roll his eyes internally. It was a familiar scene – Mr. Anderson's drunken boasts about his daughter's drinking prowess. Glancing at his watch, Greg noted the time: 10.05. 'A new record,' he thought wryly before looking back at Mr. Anderson amusedly.. Mr. Anderson had managed to get himself drunk within just five minutes of starting his drin
The Second Heir Chapter 113
The sudden crash and the man's aggressive shout reverberated through the executive dining room, shattering the jovial atmosphere. The clinking of glasses and the laughter came to an abrupt halt, replaced by a tense silence. The executives around the table exchanged alarmed glances, their expressions mirroring a mix of surprise and confusion.Alan, who was still standing and raising his glass, froze in mid motion. He turned his head towards the source of the commission with his eyes full of astonishment. “What the…What’s going on right now? What’s that sound?”Dr. Lou, who was seated next to Alan, leaned slightly forward, his brows furrowed. “I’m not entirely sure about it, but one thing that I know is someone causing a disturbance.”Then the man’s voice grew louder as he continued his tirade, it was evident that his words were a blend of anger and frustration. The executives, minus Mr. Anderson, who was drunk, tried to listen carefully, and picked up on phrases like "Catch one of yo
The Second Heir Chapter 114
The chaotic scene in the restaurant was a whirlwind of emotions and tension. The shabby old man's accusation echoed through the air, blending with the gasp of the onlookers.The tapering jawed man’s face was now mixed with full bewilderment, embarrassment, and fear as he found himself being pinned to the ground under the unrelenting grip of the old man.Amidst the gathered crowd, a group of executives slowly maneuvered their way through the throng, determined to get a better look at the scene. The group was none other than Greg and his companions – Karel, Alan, Sarah, and Dr. Lou.As they finally reached a vantage point where they could see more clearly, a hint of recognition began to flash across their faces as they saw the tapered jaw man’s face.“Hey,” Karel's voice broke through the murmurs of the crowd. "Isn't that… Garfield?"Alan nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the scene. “Yeah, that’s definitely Garfield. No one had a jaw like that…But, what’s he doing here u
The Second Heir Chapter 115
As the decision settled, the group began to walk away from the commotion, their steps heavy with the weight of their actions. Amidst them, Greg stood still, his mind a swirl of thoughts as he contemplated the decision they had collectively made.Silent contemplation surrounded him as the bustling noises of the restaurant faded into the background. Greg's eyes were fixed on a distant point, his expression a canvas of conflicting emotions. The memory of their choice echoed in his mind, each word spoken during the deliberation etched into his thoughts.He understood the practicality of leaving Garfield to his predicament. The potential consequences of involving themselves in a scene that could tarnish Behav's reputation were daunting, especially considering that Greg also had an identity and mission that he must protect. But at the same time, his humanity tugged at him, reminding him of the individual beneath the turmoil – a colleague, a person in need.Greg's gaze shifted downward, hi
The Second Heir Chapter 116
The atmosphere crackled with tension as Greg's words hung in the air, a palpable challenge to the old man's dominance. Garfield's heart raced, his eyes shifting between Greg and the shabby old man, his shock and disbelief mingling with a newfound hope. The old man’s face contorted with anger, his nostrils flaring as he glared at Greg. “You think you can just waltz in here and threaten me, boy? I have seen my fair share of troublemakers and you’re no different!” Greg’s gaze remained steady, his expression unyielding as he looked at the shabby old man. “Hey, I’m not here to trade threats with you. I’m here to offer you a choice. Do the right thing by releasing him, or face the consequences.” Greg said, and after the words left his mouth, a loud laughter erupted from the shabby old man, a bitter sound that reverberated through the air. “Consequences?” the shabby old man asked as he wiped his imagination tears. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with, boy! Listen, even though this o
The Second Heir Chapter 117
As Greg accompanied Garfield to the bathroom, meanwhile, the other executives, Alan, Sarah, Dr. Lou, and Karel, remained in the vicinity. Silently observing the aftermath of the intense confrontation they had just witnessed. The weight of the situation and unexpected events hung in the air, leaving them in contemplative silence. As the minutes passed, Alan, known for his straightforward demeanor, was the first one to break the silence. He cleared his throat and exchanged a glance with Dr. Lou before speaking. “Well, I will be damned,” Allan muttered, a mixture of surprise and respect was visible in his voice. “That newbie, Greg, certainly knows better than anyone how to handle that kind of... situation.” Dr. Lou, who had been secretly skeptical about Greg's abilities from the beginning, nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Looks like we all, senior executives, a bit underestimated him just like that stink old man did.” Sarah, on the other hand, couldn’t contain her excitement any longer
The Second Heir Chapter 118
The night was cast with a shadowy ambiance as Dylan found himself atop the abandoned building, taking a drag from his cigarette. The city lights below created a tapestry of shimmering colors against the dark canvas of the sky. As the smoke mingled with the chilly air, the rooftop door creaked open. Dylan's attention shifted, and he was met with Valerie's surprised gaze. "Oh, it's you again! Tsk... Can you please not always appear like a ghost in here?" she remarked with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. Dylan chuckled, the sound low and melodious. "Can't promise that. Ghosts tend to haunt places, after all." He said, making Valerie roll her eyes as she stepped closer to him with a smirk. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?” “Guilty as charged,” Dylan replied, the corner of his lips lifting in a half smile. The two of them shared the rooftop, gazing at the sprawling cityscape. Valerie extended her hand towards Dylan, a playful glint in her eyes. "Mind if I join you?" she aske
The Second Heir Chapter 119
The next morning arrived with a soft, muted light filtering through the windows of Greg's small apartment. As he stirred awake, a sense of confusion washed over him. "Where am I?" Greg thought, looking at his surroundings. For a moment, he felt disoriented, until the memory of the previous night settled in. His encounter with the old man and the executive's kind gesture which led him to stay a night at this haunting apartment. ”Oh yeah, I forgot. I was the one who brought myself here…well, at least it's not that horror, and... I have to admit that I kinda of feel fresh after sleeping here. It's surprisingly better than Havenwood estate,” Greg thought, stretching, before deciding to wake up and begin his usual morning routine. +++ In the apartment's bathroom Greg's footsteps were hushed against the creaky floor as he made his way to the bathroom. The prospect of a refreshing start to the day awaited him in the form of the shower. But as Greg turned the knob, expecting a rush of