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The Second Heir Chapter 141
As Karel was on the brink of revealing the name of the person who had asked them to murder the elderly, the door to the victim room swung open abruptly. The officer guard, who had been watching them closely, stepped in. His stern expression indicated that something had occurred that required immediate attention."Excuse me, but I'm afraid you both need to leave the victim's room," the officer guard stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We're conducting further investigations in here, and it's best if you're not present during this process."Greg raised an eyebrow, his curiosity about Karel's revelation still burning. He was about to protest or find a way to continue the conversation when Rika discreetly patted him on the back. She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper, "Greg, the police are watching us closely. We should comply with their request for now. We can find another opportunity to talk to the executives later."Greg turned his attention toward the pol
The Second Heir Chapter 142
As Rika walked through the dimly lit hallway, her footsteps echoed softly against the aged linoleum floor. Silence wrapped around her like a shroud, interrupted only by the hushed conversations of detectives and the occasional flash of a camera. As she turned a corner, she saw Lieutenant Sol just exiting one of the apartment rooms that seemed to be an operating room."Okay, make sure that Jim's new job was changed to that one. And as for the guard entrance job… Let's just give the chance to Louis. Tell him to stop recapping the accident and guard the entrance although I doubt it since he's quite a wimp," the lieutenant said, his voice low and authoritative."YES, SIR!" the subordinate replied crisply before hurrying off to carry out his orders.Lieutenant Sol closed the door to the apartment operating room, his gaze scanning the dimly lit hallway. He noticed Rika walking alone in his direction and approached her."Ah, Rika," the lieutenant greeted her, his tone polite yet slightly c
The Second Heir Chapter 143
Greg furrowed his brows in confusion as he heard Dylan’s words. Getting drunk yesterday? How come they got drunk yesterday, and made a scene here? Didn't they already go back to Havenwood when that happened?But then, Greg caught Dylan’s gesture which was none other but a subtle touch to his shoulder and a discreet wink. And Greg remembers that Dylan once did that gesture when he wanted Greg to lie to the teacher when Dylan was late for class!Realizing that code, Greg immediately put a shock expression as he decided to tag along. “Wait, what?! Did you say that we were drunk yesterday? Oh my… I forgot about that, sorry… sorry… I must have been really out cold yesterday!” Greg said, feigning a shocked expression which made Dylan chuckle."Haha, that’s alright. It’s understandable. After all, you were pretty sad yesterday that you hallucinated seeing Mrs. Millen, your grumpy neighbor in the hallway!” Dylan laughed heartily before turning his attention to the elderly lady. “Anyway, spe
The Second Heir Chapter 144
Days had passed since the unsettling events at the apartment complex, and now life seemed to have returned to its usual rhythm. The tension that previously had gripped the whole North Struggl was now nothing but a distant memory as the police who was try hard to keep silence, now give a shocking conclusion: Mrs. Jill, the elderly owner of the apartment complex was found guilty.The news of course sent shockwaves through the community. Nobody had expected that a frail old lady like her could be a blood cold murderer. The revelation had everyone talking, and soon, the executives who had once been the prime suspects faded into the background. People were too busy pondering how an elderly woman could commit such a gruesome act, where she had acquired the deadly acid, and if she had acted alone. However, beneath all these questions, a deeper mystery gnawed at the minds of the residents.Why had Mrs. Jill placed the 'F' keychain in the victim's mouth? Did it hold some hidden meaning, per
The Second Heir Chapter 145
At the rooftop of an abandoned building.A lone figure with secretary outfit were stood on one of North Struggl’s abandoned building. Her slim figure leaned against the rooftop’s rusty railing and her tapered finger tapping the edge of a cigarette as she surveyed the streets below.‘So this is how he feels when seeing the scene from up here, huh? Well, it’s kind of surreal. Funny to think, how someone like me and him, who’s always looked up to the sky, now find themselves looking down. I can even look down easily on countless wealthy people from up here,’ she mused, a wistful smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she laughed at her own thoughts.“Stupid rich people,” the secretary girl muttered as she exhaled another smoke and blew it freely as if she made another gray cloud on the blue sky. ‘Tsk, my smoke is even more pretty than those stupid clouds.’ she thought.Then, as the secretary girl continued to smoke, suddenly, the door to the rooftop suddenly creaked open, disrupting
The Second Heir Chapter 146
Greg stood outside the bustling Wcdonalds, one of the famous fast food restaurants in North Struggl with his eyes wide with amazement. In all the years he'd been passing by this fast-food restaurant, he had never witnessed such a spectacle. The line of customers seemed endless, snaking out the door and curving around like a twisting serpent.“What the… What’s going on?” Greg mused aloud as he observed the chaotic scene. “Why are so many people lining up here? They're all lined up like a serpent, and it's even stretching outside the store. Somehow, it’s kinda remind me with something out of Gongebob cartoons that Griffin used to watch!"Feeling a curiosity to get the better of him, Greg decides to lean closer, wanting to get a better view. As a businessman he was, Greg couldn’t help but wonder, what could have caused such a frenzy in this already famous fast food restaurant. Then, as Greg focused his attention on the entrance, he spotted a light banner with GONSHIN IMPACT, written in
The Second Heir Chapter 147
Greg, still savoring the tranquility of Mr. Tan's noodle shop, had his serenity abruptly shattered by the sound of a loud clash followed by a waitress's scream. He blinked, a tinge of annoyance creeping into his expression. "What is that commotion?" he mused, glancing around the cozy interior. The peaceful atmosphere had been disrupted.His mind raced back to a similar scene not too long ago, a memory from the deceased old man's visit, when he had made a ruckus just because he wanted free noodles. Then another clash echoed, and this time, it was accompanied with Mr. Tan's exasperated scream!Couldn't ignore it any longer, Greg sighed as he stood up from his seat to investigate the latest disturbance..As Greg approached the source of the disturbance, he spotted a teenage boy in shabby clothes, unmistakably a villager. The boy held a chair high above his head, threatening to throw it at Mr. Tan, who stood behind the counter, clearly taken aback. The waitress, on the other hand, had s
The Second Heir Chapter 148
Greg's initial curiosity turned into a mixture of surprise and concern as he heard the teenage boy's startling declaration. After all, who wouldn't be surprised when hearing it from a young mouth.Avenge your grandpa?" Greg asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. "That's quite a heavy burden for someone your age. What happened to your grandpa that led you to go alone to seek revenge—?”Greg paused as he looked at the teenage boy, who looked down on his empty bowl. He seems pretty sad, and Greg couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy when seeing it.“Um, hey… You know, it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it,” Greg said, before switching the teenage boy's empty bowl with another bowl of noodles. “After all, you’ve been through a lot, and it’s not right for me to push you. But, If you ever feel like sharing, just know that I’m willing to listen to you. Even though we’re just meeting today.” Then, after Greg said that, the teenage boy, who previously looked down, began to look