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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
The Second Heir Chapter 137
The police officer's face flushed with anger, his eyes narrowing into furious slits as he processed Greg's words. "A skirt...? A donut body?" The officer's internal monologue seethed with frustration. He glanced down at his own protruding stomach, a testament to years of neglect in favor of a desk job. His fury erupted as he bellowed! "What are you meaning by those?" the police officer asked, his voice quivering with anger. "Are you trying to body shame me? Don't you realize who you're seeking problems with?! Do you want to know who's going to wear skirt after this, huh?!!" he screamed, pressing hard the word 'skirt' in the end. Greg, however, remained remarkably unfazed by the officer's outburst. He met the officer's fiery gaze with a cold, determined stare. "How about you?" Greg's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Do you think it’s okay for you to crumple an official letter like that and even ask for Rika’s body in such a manner? You know, no matter how 'high' your position is, you st
The Second Heir Chapter 138
As soon as the lieutenant heard Dylan's words, he immediately strode toward the entrance hallway. Fury coursed through him. How could one of his officers dare to mess with someone like Greg?!‘F*ck, I’m in so much trouble... How could one of my men dare to crumple an official letter and even mess with GVR?! Is he trying to dig my grave?’ he thought, his steps quickening. He acknowledged the salutes from officers he passed on his way, his mind racing.He couldn’t help but regret not asking Dylan for more details about the offending police officer's appearance. Panic had clouded his judgment earlier, but now it was too late to rectify that mistake. All he knew was that the officer was stationed at the entrance."But since he says that it was the officer who guided the entrance. Is it possible that it was Jim? Ugh… now I'm starting to regret asking him to guard the entrance… At first, I thought it was a good idea to give him that position since he’s pretty rude, and the reporter surely w
The Second Heir Chapter 139
Right now, Greg and Rika were walking in the old apartment building hallway, with the lieutenant leading the way.“The apartment seems a bit different when being investigated. Turns out there are so many people that live here, and it didn't look that dark after the police added more light,” Greg mused as he looked at the apartment corridor, which was filled with residents who were being interrogated by the police.There were even detectives, and maybe an actor, holding up some tools as if they were trying to guess how the suspect had murdered the elderly.“Well, that seems like they're shooting a movie. There's even the director there,” Greg remarked as he glanced at the people who were trying to reenact the scene.TAP!The lieutenant cleared his throat, breaking Greg's chain of thought. "Right here," he said, gesturing towards a door at the end of the dimly lit hallway. "The executives are inside."Greg's eyes followed the lieutenant's hand to the door. It was an unremarkable wooden