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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
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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
The Second Heir Chapter 131
Morning at Havenwood Estate.KRINGGG!!! KRINGGG!!! TAK!Greg's consciousness reluctantly emerged from the depths of sleep as his alarm blared. He fumbled for his phone, his hand eventually finding its way to the dismiss button. Slowly, he raised the device, squinting at the blinding screen. It proudly displayed the time, and the sight of "8 a.m." sent a jolt of realization through him. He needed to prepare for another day at Behav.An audible groan escaped Greg's lips as he shifted into his cozy bed. The morning laziness clung to him, refusing to let go. His stomach, on the other hand, churned with discontent, serving as an unwelcome reminder of the drinks he'd indulged in the previous night, all thanks to Dylan's bet."Why did I even accept that bet, knowing I'd have to face the office today…" Greg pondered, his thoughts trailing off into the realm of regrets.After lingering beneath the covers for a while longer, Greg finally summoned the determination to extricate himself from the
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The bus trundled along the city streets, its rattling noises filling the space along with the hushed conversations of its passengers. At first, Greg had been planning to move from his current spot since the person sitting next to him seemed to forget about personal space, their elbow repeatedly brushing against him. He frowned, growing increasingly annoyed by the intrusion into his personal space.However, just as he was about to shift away, his intention changed abruptly as he heard those words."But seriously, I don't understand... How could a person be so cruel to murder an elderly that live alone in an apartment?" .Greg immediately stopped in his tracks as soon as he heard those words. 'A murder?' he thought, his curiosity piqued. He decided to stop and eavesdrop on their conversation.“I don’t know, but you see these days, there are so many crazy people out there. A lot of sick people always seem to love to murder old folks who live alone in apartments…” "I know about that, bu
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One hour and five minutes had passed, and the executive meeting room remained eerily empty. Greg, seated at the long polished table, couldn't help but frown in frustration. He glanced at his phone watch, the digital display mocking him with the passage of each precious minute.‘It’s already been one hour and five minutes but how come no one came?’ Greg muttered, his irritation was palpable as he drummed his fingers on the mahogany table. Even all of his tasks including asking his subordinate were already done which was enough to show how long he had been waiting here!"At least, if the executives couldn't come, they could write a letter or send a message, like what Bradley did a few minutes ago," Greg mused, his voice dripping with annoyance. Bradley's message had stated that he couldn't attend due to a head injury and doctor's orders to rest. Greg could understand that situation, but this prolonged absence from everyone else puzzled him.Greg couldn't fathom how the entire cadre of
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At The Faith's Company.The imposing wooden door of Charles Faith's office had a distinct rhythm as it received three sharp knocks, echoing through the hushed corridor."Come in."The door swung open, and his impeccably dressed secretary entered with a respectful bow. She carried a folder and a map, her demeanor exuding professionalism."Good morning, Mr. Faith," she greeted. "I just wanted to inform you that the Faith Company's market is experiencing rapid growth. The score was higher than last month, and the number held a new sales record for our company, so our marketing team decided to set a higher score so that we can achieve higher success. Charles Faith, seated behind his polished mahogany desk, was engrossed in reviewing a stack of documents. He glanced up from his work, intrigued by the news."Oh really? Is that so?" he inquired, his piercing gaze focused on the secretary. Then, with a calculated curiosity, he asked, "And how is Von Ritcher doing? Have we surpassed them, and
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Months had passed since the chilling night at Bluebell Inn, and the air of uncertainty still clung to Greg. The events that unfolded during the banquet remained etched in his memory, and the questions surrounding Griffin and Behav's secrets continued to haunt him. [Breaking news flashed on the screen, interrupting the usual morning routine. "In a shocking turn of events, it has been months since the youngest heir of Von Ritcher, Griffin Von Ritcher, died mysteriously of poisoning and now, another blow has struck the Von Ritcher family as one of their main subsidiary companies, Behav, has been revealed to have been hiding a significant secret. The company was linked to the water disposal incident from Bluebell years ago, a scandal that has sent shockwaves through the corporate world and---"PIP!] "Another day, and the news seems unending, huh?" Greg mused as he stared at the blank screen. CKLEK!“Hey, Greg. Sorry for bothering you, but I just want to remind you that minutes from n
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Greg's thoughts swirled with uncertainty, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders. And just as he was wrestling with the question of how to navigate the unexpected presence of Griffin and Mara, a sudden knock at the door disrupted his contemplation. It was one of Bluebell Inn's servants."Good afternoon," the inn servant began, "I'm sorry for bothering you, but I wanted to remind you that the banquet is now available, and you are welcome to join if you wish."Greg nodded, acknowledging the information. "Thank you. We'll head to the banquet shortly."As the servant left, Dylan turned to Greg. "Looks like the banquet is already open. Shall we go now?" he asked, and Greg nodded."Sure. Let’s head to the banquet," he said.+++TIME SKIPAs they had arrived at the banquet, the room was already full with the executives.The room was adorned with elegant decorations, giving it the air of an official gathering rather than a simple dinner."Wow... the banquet is quite full," Dylan
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As Greg continued to ponder the familiarity of the bag, Alan's voice abruptly brought him back to the present.“Hey, Greg. I’ve been searching for you everywhere," Alan said with a friendly smile. "We need to get inside the lab building. Everyone's already gathered inside since Mr. Smith has already arrived.""Alright, I'll come in," Greg said, as he followed Alan.Inside the Old Behav Lab Building...Greg stepped into the old Behav lab building and found that everyone had already gathered inside. The room buzzed with whispered conversations as the executives engaged in hushed discussions. There was a certain nostalgia in the air, a reminder that many of them had started their careers in this old abandoned lab when they were young scholars. Some of the executives were reminiscing about the past, discussing their memories of working in this very building."Everyone must be feeling nostalgic, considering it's been a long time since they set foot in here," Greg mused as he observed thei
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The morning sun bathed the Bluebell Inn in warm, golden light as the executives of Behav Industries enjoyed a grand breakfast. As everyone was eating, Greg, who was sitting on the corner couldn't help but observe Jason, who was now sitting at a table, laughing heartily with Bradley. It was a stark contrast to his furious demeanor just the day before. "Hm, that was weird, how come Jason suddenly changed his mind in one day? Wasn't he still angry yesterday?" Greg mused as he silently drank his coffee."Is Bradley perhaps saying something to him? He must have said something to Jason since he was still mad yesterday. "What did Bradley say that managed to change Jason's mind in one da—” "Hoh, newbie, so you're joining our trip to the lab, huh? What did you say to Karel that made him suddenly let you? You didn't tell what Dr.Lou tells right?" Greg, who heard someone call his name, shifted his gaze and he immediately met with Alan's smiley face. Returning his smile, Greg said, "Nah
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Greg now stared in disbelief at the sight before him. Under the bed, there was…“Dylan?” Greg exclaimed, his voice betraying his astonishment as he looked at his subordinate who grinned mischievously before slowly getting up from his hiding place."Hey, Greg," Dylan greeted with a smirk. "Phew, I was relieved to no longer be down there. It's pretty dirty under the bed."Greg scoffed, still bewildered by Dylan's sudden appearance. "Weren't you just out with your belongings minutes ago?"Dylan chuckled as he brushed off some dust from his clothes. “Well, about that… Let’s just say, I didn’t really go out since I was kinda curious about what you and Karel are about to discuss so I decided to eavesdrop for a while before going back to Maria and the teen room,” said Dylan, making Greg roll his eyes.“Anyway, Greg, about Karel’s question…” Dylan's grin faded, and his expression turned serious. "It was strange, don't you think? Like, why would he suddenly ask about Bradley and forgiveness? I
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BRAK!The suite room's door swung open, and Karel stepped inside, his eyes scanning the spacious and luxurious surroundings. "Oh, so this is the room, huh? It's pretty big," Karel remarked as he began placing his belongings on the floor. "It's almost as big as the city's hotel suite room. Bluebell Inn should try to advertise more about this place. It'll definitely elevate their income."Greg followed Karel into the room, placing Karel's other belongings beside his own. "Well, yeah, I agree with you. Bluebell should try to advertise this place more" Greg replied, keeping his tone casual. 'Tsk, how come he and Dylan had the same thought?' Greg mused.Karel continued his assessment of the room. "And also, I think they need to fix the connection too. You know, even though this is an inn based in nature, this world is already modern, so Wi-Fi and a good connection have become primary needs, just like food and drink."“Yeah, I agree with you,” Greg briefly said.As they settled into the ro
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Karel sighed as he heard what the receptionist said, his mind racing to find a solution to his predicament. "Hmm… So the only option that's available is just an extra bed, huh?" Karel said, a hint of frustration in his voice. The receptionist nodded, her eyes sympathetic.“Yes, sir, the only option available right now is the extra bed. But don’t worry, even though you'll be sleeping on an extra bed, we will give you a free breakfast as our apology for any discomfort you might experience—”As the receptionist talked about the inn's apologetic service, Karel, on the other hand, fell silent as he contemplated this option. Sharing a room with the executives wasn't his idea of a peaceful night's sleep given his personality as a picky person who had zero tolerance to someone else's habit."Hm… who should I sleep with? Alan and Mr. Anderson, or Dr. Lou?" Karel thought as pondered about the sleeping candidate. "It will be troublesome if I sleep with Alan and Mr. Anderson remembering how talka
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"I know that exposing the lab and Bradley's activities will tarnish the company's reputation, but seriously, destroying Behav... Should we really just stay silent and let them do it?"***The tension in the room was palpable as Greg and Dylan exchanged thoughts about the executives' plan to expose Behav. Greg's brow furrowed as he considered Dylan's words, the weight of their conversation sinking in before saying, "Well, yeah. I guess so...?" Greg said, raising an eyebrow. "I mean...Why should we stop them? Just like what you said, by exposing the company, it will automatically tarnish its reputation. So what's the difference with letting the executives do that instead? Won't it be good since it didn't dirty our hands?"Greg asked, and Dylan nodded thoughtfully as he acknowledged the validity of Greg's points."Well, you're not wrong about that," Dylan admitted before continuing, "However, our purpose is different from theirs Greg. Our purpose in revealing Behav's illicit activities
