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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?
The Second Heir Chapter 124
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
The Second Heir Chapter 125
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
The Second Heir Chapter 126
The atmosphere was tense in the dimly lit alley. The footsteps drew nearer, echoing through the narrow passage. Greg, without a moment's hesitation, spun around, his heart racing, and his gun leveled at the approaching figure. His voice was sharp and demanding."Who are you? What do you want, and why do you—"But before Greg could finish his words, his voice faltered, and he was left in stunned silence with his gun still aimed.Before him stood..."Dylan?" Greg's voice wavered as he spoke, his grip on the gun slackening slightly. His position was unchanged, gun pointed toward the figure, but his face held a mixture of shock and disbelief.In the dim light of the alley, Dylan's form became more distinct, and the tension between them thickened. Dylan's position mirrored Greg's, his own gun aimed at Greg, finger hovering near the trigger. His face displayed a similar shock, his eyes wide and uncomprehending.The seconds hung heavily between them, each man locked in a stand-off of disbel
The Second Heir Chapter 127
Huff! Huff! Huff!The alley was a labyrinth of darkness, its narrow confines casting shadows that swallowed the feeble glow of the streetlights. In this dimly lit maze, a figure clad in a smart secretary outfit dashed through the silence, her footsteps echoing in her ears like the pounding of a drum. She occasionally glanced over her shoulder, paranoia and fear etched across her face."Did I lose them?" she thought, her breath ragged.As she ran, the alley stretched on endlessly, revealing no one in pursuit. The secretary figure, however, had no intention of slowing down; she couldn't afford to. Not until she reached a place to hide and catch her breath.Finally, she spotted a small alcove, an unassuming gap in the brick wall that led into a tiny space between two buildings. It was a place that seemed custom-made for a desperate fugitive seeking refuge.Without hesitation, she rushed into the alcove, seeking refuge in its narrow embrace. Her back pressed against the cool rough bricks,
The Second Heir Chapter 128
In the VIP Room of St. Clare's Hospital, Karel now found himself humming softly as he prepared to check out. His comfortable hospital gown is now already changed with Behav's white lab coat with a pin that pinning on the collar."Well, it's time for me to go now," Karel mused to himself as he adjusted his tie. "The short time in the hospital was surprisingly enjoyable. Even the bed was comfier than mine."As he stood before the mirror, Karel meticulously ensured that everything about his appearance was perfect for his departure. His fingers danced gracefully, adjusting his tie and smoothing out every wrinkle with practiced ease.Then, just as he thought everything was perfect, Karel's gaze suddenly fell upon his forehead.There was a sizable bruise adorned the side of his forehead, marring his otherwise impeccable appearance."Huh, that's a pretty big one," Karel mused aloud as he examined the discolored skin. "Did I bump that hard?"Karel pondered for a moment if he should ask the n
The Second Heir Chapter 129
As they continued their ascent up the narrow staircase, Dylan's commentary grew increasingly intense. Dylan now even begins to compare the aged apartment building to an underground prison!"Honestly, Greg, this place is worse than an underground prison! Who would willingly choose to live here? It's beyond me!" Dylan remarked, his voice filled with a mix of amazement and disdain.Greg, who had grown accustomed to Dylan's unending comments, couldn't help but let out a weary sigh. 'Ugh… It's been 10 minutes since we climbed the stairs… How come he has so much energy to comment? Doesn't he feel tired or something?' Greg mused silently as he continued to ascend the creaking staircase.However, despite Dylan's relentless commentary, Greg had no intention of stopping him. In fact, he found himself oddly grateful for it. By Dylan talking non-stop like this, that means, Things were starting to return back to normal.'At least he's back to being talkative. It's been kind of weird having a real
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“Are you looking for the old shabby man?” the elderly woman inquired, her voice fragile and wavering as she spoke.Greg and Dylan exchanged uncertain glances as they heard the question. It seems that they had caught the attention of one of the building’s long-time residents.Clearing his throat, Greg replied politely to her. “Yes, that’s right. We’re here to see the old man. Do you know where he is now?” he asked.The elderly woman regarded them with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, her watery eyes darting between Greg and Dylan. She seemed to take her time considering her response.“The old man? Well… he’s usually here, but I don’t know why he’s not here today. Perhaps he's gone out somewhere?” she said.Hearing that, Dylan, who had been silent until now, couldn't help but feel curious and began to interject. “Gone out? Hmm, do you perhaps know when he might come back? Because you see, we were supposed to meet him today… Is it possible that he might be back at night?”The elderl