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The Second Heir Chapter 87
—The Next Morning—The sun's gentle rays filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room where Greg and Dylan stood, bags packed and ready for checkout. Greg meticulously checked his belongings, ensuring that nothing was left behind.“Hey, Dylan,” Greg's voice rang out, breaking the quiet stillness of the room. “You didn’t forget anything, did you?”Dylan's response was casual, a confident zip of his bag accompanied by a shake of his head. “Nope. I think I already packed everything. I didn’t really bring anything except clothes and cigarettes,” he said.With their bags in tow, Greg and Dylan made their way out of their room, stepping into the inn's hallway. The soft sounds of their footsteps filled the corridor as they embarked on the process of officially checking out from the Bluebell Inn.As they walked, their path converged with one of the inn's servants. A warm and welcoming smile graces her lips as she greets them."Leaving already?" the servant inquired, her to
The Second Heir Chapter 88
In the tranquil embrace of the village, where memories of loved ones found solace beneath the shade of an ancient tree, a new day dawned. The place, a serene highland sanctuary, cast a watchful eye over the village below, offering a breathtaking panorama of the surrounding landscape. A brand new BMW sedan stood parked nearby, a stark and curious contrast to the peaceful ambiance that enveloped the scene. Amidst the poignant tranquility, Jason sat on the grass, his gaze ensnared by a weathered photograph clutched fervently in his hand. The image portrayed a joyous little girl, her eyes radiating innocence, forever crystallized in a suspended moment of unadulterated happiness. A battle of emotions raged within him, a maelstrom of sorrow and frustration that words could scarcely convey. "My chance is only this time but I failed," he muttered, his voice carrying the weight of regret. He exhaled deeply, his breath mingling with the gentle breeze. "Well, what can I do? there's nothing I
The Second Heir Chapter 89
Hours passed, and the luxury sedan glided to a halt at the airport. The sleek vehicle's soft hum dissipated as Bradley, his assistant, Greg, and Dylan emerged onto the tarmac. Bradley's composed voice cut through the air, resonating with authority and respect as he addressed Greg, "Mr. Von Ritcher, kindly await here momentarily. I shall oversee the arrangements for your flight." Greg met Bradley's gaze with a nod of understanding. "Thank you, Bradley. I value your assistance." With those words, Bradley and his assistant strolled toward the waiting private jet, leaving Greg and Dylan in the midst of the bustling airport. After Bradley left, Greg's mind, which still buzzed with the 'F' symbol immediately seized the opportunity, and discreetly snapped a photo of the cross with the 'F' keychain hanging in the car. Swiftly, he forwarded the image to his subordinate, along with a terse message instructing them to delve into its significance. Meanwhile, Dylan's gaze flickered between Greg
The Second Heir Chapter 90
[Breaking News! A flurry of reporters has been spotted at Bluebell Airport, and you won't believe who they're chasing this time! It's none other than The Second Heir himself! Rumor has it that he's about to board a flight to Struggl City to oversee operations at one of the Von Ritcher companies. And it’s not just any company, but Behav—the pharmaceutical giant! And now the reporter was fighting to snap a photo of this genius second heir, who was also said to be the future Von Ritcher’s sole heir!] *** Mara sat in her usual corner at The Oldy Cafe, her gaze fixed on the television screen mounted on the wall. The breaking news segment had captured her attention, and her mind was abuzz with the implications of what she had just heard. “Oh… So The Second Heir is now works on Struggl, huh?” she thought before a waitress approached her table, placing a plate of steaming spaghetti aglio olio before her. "Here you go, ma'am. Enjoy your meal,” the waitress said with a warm smile. "Thank y
The Second Heir Chapter 91
Greg's heart raced as the reporters closed in, their camera flashes creating a blinding wall of light. Panic surged through his veins, his mind racing for an escape route. There seemed no way out, no escape from the relentless pursuit that threatened to expose his hidden identity.Amidst the chaos, Rika’s words hung in the air, her eyes fixed on Greg with unwavering determination. “Hey,” she repeated, her voice firm yet calm. “I think I’ve got an idea. But… Do you trust me?”Greg's gaze darted from the advancing reporters back to Rika, a brief moment of hesitation in his eyes. He knew time was running out and the weight of the choice ahead was palpable. But in that pivotal moment, Greg realized that trust was the only choice they had left.With a quick nod, Greg mustered his trust and said. “I do. Please lead the way."A flicker of relief crossed Rika's features, her lips curving into a faint smile. "Good," she affirmed, her confidence unwavering. "Just follow me."Without another w
The Second Heir Chapter 92
The interior of the Von Ritcher private jet exuded luxury and sophistication. Plush leather seats, sleek metal accents, and soft ambient lighting created an atmosphere of comfort and exclusivity.As the door to the jet closed with a satisfying thud, Greg and Dylan exchanged glances, each exhaling a sigh of relief.Dylan flopped into a nearby seat, his posture relaxed yet his expression still tinged with astonishment. "Well, that was quite the experience. I never thought we'd be chased by a thousand reporters today."Greg’s lips quivered into a wry smile, a trace of amusement in his eyes. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been chased like that. I kind of forgot how it feels.”His words carried a mixture of nostalgia and self-deprecating humor. The memory of his younger days when he was often hounded by the media felt like a distant echo. The passage of time had transformed him from an elusive enigma into a discreet presence, skilled at evading prying eyes.Dylan chuckled, his gaze shif
The Second Heir Chapter 93
As they resumed their discussion, Bradley's demeanor gradually shifted from one of intense remorse to a more balanced composure. The conversation flowed smoothly, ideas exchanged, and plans solidified for the future of the company and its projects. And then, in the midst of their conversation, Greg's attention shifted subtly. He glanced towards the open door of the private jet, a thought flickering in his mind. "So, Mr. Smith," Greg's voice carried a casual tone, "I've noticed that Rika isn't here with us. Is she attending to something else?" Bradley's brows furrowed slightly, his gaze following Greg's to the empty doorway. He paused for a moment, his response thoughtful. "Ah, Rika? Well, I don't know, but previously She mentioned something about checking on the arrangements for the flight and ensuring that everything is proceeding smoothly." he said."Is something matter, M. Von Ritcher?" Greg's lips quivered in a half-smile, his gaze still on the doorway."Oh, it's nothing major. I
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Havenwood Estate stood as a testament to the legacy of the Von Ritcher family. Its grandeur was a reflection of their prestige, a sanctuary of opulence hidden within the picturesque landscapes of Central Struggl. As Greg and Dylan stepped onto the grounds, the air seemed to hum with a sense of history and privilege."So, this is Havenwood, huh?" Dylan mused, his voice tinged with admiration. Greg nodded."Yes, it is. It's your first time here, right?"Dylan nodded in response. "Yeah, it is. Wow... It looks cool, I never imagined that it would be this lavish... It's like a mini version of Von Ritcher estate.”Greg chuckled. "Sure it is. Grandpa is the one who requested it to make it not hard to remember the room."Dylan grinned. "Well, that really sounds like Master Von Ritcher, always has a way of adding a personal touch to everything."The two of them made their way toward the entrance of the estate, where the welcoming ambiance extended. The pristine marble floors, the exquisite ar
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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
