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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
The Second Heir Chapter 130
“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
The Second Heir Chapter 132
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
The Second Heir Chapter 133
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
The Second Heir Chapter 134
Greg cursed under his breath as he saw the numerous reporters run toward them, thanks to that reporter now he and Rika became the center of attention!Not wanting to waste any more time, Greg turned toward Rika’s direction, and without asking, he grabbed her hand, saying, "Quick, follow me. We must hide now," and with that, they both ran away, leaving the old apartment building.***DRAP! DRAP! DRAP!As Greg and Rika disappeared into the labyrinthine streets of the city, the reporters remained in pursuit, their voices filled with determination."Where did they go?" one reporter exclaimed, scanning the area frantically. "I believe the executives ran this way... But I don't see them."Another reporter chimed in, her tone anxious, "I don't know, but we better find them fast! It will be such a shame if we lose a big scoop from executives who have acquaintance with the suspect executive—"Yet another voice interrupted, this time with a note of excitement, "Hey, guys! There's a resident who
The Second Heir Chapter 135
The commotion outside the minimarket had reached a fever pitch. Reporters huddled together, exchanging whispers and dubious glances. Among them, one reporter in particular stood at the fringes, gazing at the unfolding spectacle with a hint of skepticism."Hey... Are you sure that those executives are running here?" he whispered to his fellow reporters, casting a dubious eye on the unremarkable surroundings.His companions seemed equally uncertain. "I don't know... but the residents were sure that the executives were headed this way. Could it be some kind of trick?" one of them mumbled, casting a dubious look at the minimarket, the uninterested shopkeeper, and a group of elderly women who seemed utterly unconcerned with the unfolding drama."Hey, guys! Why are you all still here?!" piped up another reporter, breaking into the hushed conversation. "Let's go to the old apartment! The executive is there now!"A puzzled expression crossed the first reporter's face as he heard his fellow's
The Second Heir Chapter 136
“Tsk! Stupid people! Why do you all make my job as police more tiring?! My salary was even lower than you, and those stupid dogg* reporters!"***Greg's expression contorted into a mixture of disbelief and annoyance as he watched the police officer berate them. The officer's words were beyond unprofessional, and his actions in throwing away the license made Greg doubt that his job was to serve citizens.‘What the f*ck is wrong with this guy,' Greg mused, his irritation was palpable as he looked at the police officer.Rika, too, was shocked as she witnessed what the police officer had just done. For years, she had worked as an assistant director at Behav, she never thought that one day, she would encounter a situation where someone would crumple an official letter just to hassle her!It was more unfathomable to her that such unprofessional behavior could come from a police officer, someone who should be working for the good of the country!After a moment of blinking rapidly to clear h