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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
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Greg's eyes widened as he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Of all the places and times... Why did Greg have to bump into this person again?! "Y....You...?" Greg stammered, his voice a mix of disbelief and exasperation. *** “Here’s your order, enjoy your meal." "Thank you," the old man replied with surprising civility before diving into his noodles with an audible slurp, while Greg, on the other hand just stared with a sour expression. Until now, Greg still can't accept the fact that the person who just caused a commotion was none other than the shabby old man. The one who had also caused the scene in the restaurant and even made Garfield pee himself. As the old man continued to devour his noodles, Greg contemplated whether he should say something or just ignore the situation. But before Greg could decide, the old man suddenly let out a satisfied sigh and pushed away his empty noodle bowl, initiating the conversation. "Hey, young man, you seem surprised to see me here. Every
The Second Heir Chapter 121
A sleek BMW sedan pulled up in front of the aging apartment building, its polished exterior contrasting sharply with the worn facade of the structure. The tinted windows rolled down with a soft hum, revealing Karel and Bradley, who sat inside the luxury vehicle. Karel leaned forward, peering out of the open window at the building's weathered exterior. "So, this is the place where that old man lives, huh?" he remarked, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity. “Yes, that’s correct,” Bradley nods. “Based on the information I heard, he's been residing here not long after we moved to North Struggl. which explains why he can disturb us easily." “I see,” Karel replied briefly, absorbing this information as he looked at the old building. “Okay, I understand. So, all we need to do is just get rid of the old man, right? Do we need him to do something like the other tramp?” he asked. "Yes, and nope," Bradley replied, his tone serious. "This time, I didn't ask you to make him do something s
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"Karel? Why is that?" Greg asked, curiosity piqued by Alan's statement. Alan scratched his head, a bemused smile on his face. "Well, you see, Greg, Karel's job today mainly consists of going out with Bradley." Greg arched an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "With Bradley? Doing what exactly?" Alan chuckled softly, his eyes dancing with amusement. "They're just, you know, handling some...director level matters? Well, it's not surprising considering that Karel is a top executive, which means he had to deal with some top executive stuff." Hearing that, Greg's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to press further, "A top executive? What do you mean by that” Greg asked. “And also…What kind of 'director level matters' are they handling? Mind telling me more about it?" “Well, about that…” Alan hesitated for a moment before continuing. “You know how it is with top-level executives. It's all about meetings, discussions, and planning. In here, Bradley has some new projects he's be
The Second Heir Chapter 123
With their duties at the Behav Pharmaceutical Shop complete, Greg and Alan found themselves standing at the entrance, contemplating their next move. The shop buzzed with activity as employees continued their work, oblivious to the executives' presence. Alan shot a mischievous glance at Greg. "You know, Greg, all this walking and talking has worked up quite an appetite. What do you say if we grab some lunch?" he suggested, his tone casual. "Sure, lunch sounds like a good idea. Let's do that," Greg replied with a smile. "Great! I'll check if any of the other executives want to join us. They should be done with their tasks by now," Alan said, reaching for his phone and opening the executive group chat. However, as soon as Alan scrolled through the chat, a growing unease washed over his face. Alan's phone was flooded with messages, and it was highly unusual for him. "What's going on here..." Alan mumbled as he continued scrolling. "Why there are so many messages in here and... Huh?
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Greg leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the folded map that now lay sprawled out before him. The web of information he had just uncovered about Behav Pharmaceuticals and its inner workings was both intriguing and unsettling."Hm... Turns out, what the old man said back then about hierarchy was right... This pin really does show about hierarchy, how come I just realized the detail now?" he mused, his gaze shifting from the map to the pin that was pinned in his suit.The executive pin that once just a mere ornament, had transformed into a symbol of power and status in Greg's eyes. He examined them closely, noting the subtle but significant differences that set them apart.Each executive pin has a unique design, with minor variations indicating the wearer's position within the company.His own pin, he realized with a mix of revelation and resignation, marked him as a low-level executive—a pawn in the grand scheme of Behav. It was a stark realization that was enough to tell Greg
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The café's ambiance had shifted from intense revelations to a determined resolve. Greg and John stood up from their table, ready to delve deeper into the mysteries entwining Behav Pharmaceuticals and the enigmatic Faith company."Okay, Master. I will make sure to find more information about the building, and also where Bradley and Karel went this morning," John affirmed, his voice brimming with determination as he held the door open for Greg.Greg acknowledged John's commitment with a nod. "Good. Additionally, please focus on uncovering the relationship between Karel and Faith. It could provide us with a trail leading to Bradley's covert activities and his dealings with the executives. Search for information in old archives; Karel strikes me as someone who values tradition."John respectfully bowed, a silent testament to his unwavering dedication. "Understood, Master."As they readied to leave the café, John hesitated for a fleeting moment, before clearing his throat. "Ah, Master, do