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The Second Heir Chapter 95
As the conversation settled, the sleek BMW sedan smoothly maneuvered through the bustling city streets, drawing closer to their destination. The urban landscape transformed from the elegance of Havenwood Estate to the vibrant heart of North Struggl.Finally, Bradley's skilled driving brought them to a stop in front of the impressive structure. The building's modern architecture stood tall against the backdrop of the city's skyline, a testament to innovation and success.Bradley turned off the engine and glanced at Greg through the rearview mirror. "We've arrived at Behav, Mr. Von Ritcher."Greg nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes fixed on the imposing edifice before them. "So, this is the new Behav building," he mused, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.Exiting the car, Greg and his companions took a moment to take in the sight of the pharmaceutical company's headquarters. A striking blend of glass and steel, the building exuded an air of authority, showcasing B
The Second Heir Chapter 96
The calm ambiance of the Behav pharmaceutical shop was shattered as a sudden commotion erupted at the entrance. The once-muted buzz of conversation escalated into shouts and exclamations, causing heads to turn in alarm. Greg, Dylan, and Rika spun around to face the entrance, their gazes locking onto the source of the disturbance. But before anyone could react, a series of rapid movements unfolded before them. Like a bolt of lightning, a figure lunged forward from the crowd, his expression contorted with anger. But before he could reach his intended target, strong arms wrapped around his struggling form. Behav's security personnel had acted swiftly, restraining the man before he could reach the trio. The intruder was none other than an elderly man, his appearance worn by the years and his clothing simple, a stark contrast to the polished environment of Behav. Wrinkles etched deep lines on his weathered face, and his eyes blazed with a fierce intensity that spoke of unrelenting determ
The Second Heir Chapter 97
"How dare you spit your disgusting germs on me?"***The bystanders remained frozen, their eyes wide with astonishment at the escalating confrontation before them. Greg stood beside Dylan, his surprise mirrored by the mix of curiosity he felt. The unfolding drama had taken an unexpected turn, and he watched with rapt attention as the scene continued to unfold.Dylan's voice, barely above a murmur, added a touch of commentary to the situation. "Well, this just got interesting."The elderly man, initially taken aback by the young man's bold response, blinked in shock, struggling to process the abrupt change in dynamics.But soon, the old man regained his composure as his eyebrows furrowed deeply. With his eyes blazed in renewed fury, the old man began to took a step closer to the young man, his voice sharp like an accusatory weapon.“H–How dare you speak to me like that!” the old man shouted, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and frustration as he pointed an accusatory finger
The Second Heir Chapter 98
As the cleaning activities resumed, the young man's involvement didn't wane. The young man orchestrated the aftermath with meticulous precision as if treating the old man's presence as a contaminant that needed to be eradicated.“Sanitize that part more! I can still smell the scent of rotten fish from here! Use that bigger one to make it disappear!” the young man commanded, and the security immediately sanitized the area more with a bigger spray.As the security team worked to sanitize the area, the young man turned his back and walked toward Rika’s direction to engage in a hushed conversation with her. Their exchange seemed to be a mix of urgency and confidentiality, and Greg couldn't help but notice that Rika's shoulders trembled, betraying an underlying unease as they talked."Why does she look so afraid?" Greg pondered, trying to discern the reasons behind her anxiety. He contemplated whether to eavesdrop on their conversation to uncover the source of her distress.But as Greg was
The Second Heir Chapter 99
Greg's eyes narrowed as he recognized the lone figure sitting on the asphalt across the street. It was the same elderly man who had clashed with the young executive earlier! "What's he doing sitting alone on the asphalt? Shouldn't he have gone home by now?" Greg thought as he looked at his phone which showed 5 p.m., which meant the old man might have already been sitting there for hours! As Greg continued to watch, the old man suddenly turned his head in his direction, locking eyes with Greg. A scowl creased the old man's weathered face, as he pointed his trembling finger toward Greg's direction. "Hey, you! Why are you staring at me?!" the old man barked, his voice carrying across the street. Taken aback, Greg quickly averted his gaze, pretending to examine something else across the street. He didn't want to escalate the situation or draw more attention to himself. But the old man's irritation persisted and he called Greg louder. "Hey, you! I mean YOU, tall person! The one that s
The Second Heir Chapter 100
"Hey, Greg... Are you distancing yourself from me?"Greg paused for a moment, his eyes glued to the phone screen, his fingers hovering over the keys as he contemplated his response to Dylan. "No, it's just your feeling. I'm not distancing myself from you."But Dylan, not satisfied with the vague response, pressed further. His voice grew more insistent, laced with frustration. "Are you sure? It feels like you're keeping something from me."Greg continued to evade the question, his own unease manifesting in his reply. "Dylan, you're overthinking it. Seriously, it's nothing. You just…"That’s it! Dylan couldn't take it any longer. The past few days had been a relentless cycle of Greg brushing off his questions, and now, frustration bubbled within him. He decided to confront his friend and subordinate head-on."Greg, we've been through everything together, okay? We've shared our secrets, our plans, our fears. But now you're shutting me out? You didn't even answer my question about your pl
The Second Heir Chapter 101
Greg's brows furrowed as he entered the empty dining room. He scanned the place with a faint frown creasing his lips. The table sat untouched, and the newspapers lay neatly folded on the shelf as if Dylan hadn't even grazed them."Is he perhaps leaving early?" Greg muttered, his voice tinged with concern.Just as he was absorbed in thoughts about Dylan’s whereabouts, a maid in a neat uniform passed by. Her presence was quiet and unobtrusive, a subtle reminder of the bustling household staff that attended to Havenwood Estate.She curtsied politely as she greeted him. "Good morning, Master Von Ritcher. Would you like some breakfast?"Greg's attention shifted from his thoughts to the maid's inquiry. His concern for Dylan momentarily took a backseat as his stomach reminded him of its emptiness. A brief smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Yes, please. I could use some breakfast," he replied, his voice holding a note of gratitude.The maid's demeanor remained poised as she continued,
The Second Heir Chapter 102
Greg stared at his phone in frustration, his thumb hovering over the screen as he tried to dial Dylan's number once again.PIP![Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently out of reach now. Please call in a few minutes or leave a message and—PIP!]“He didn’t answer my call again… This never happened before, is he still that mad?” Greg thought, his brow furrowing in concern. He clenched his phone slightly, a mixture of frustration and worry gnawing at his thoughts.Greg tried dialing Dylan’s number again, and once again, the familiar ringtone played for a brief moment before being replaced by the operator's voice.After several attempts, Greg finally gave up, realizing that Dylan was not going to answer. He sighed as his shoulders slumped in resignation."I guess it's useless to keep trying. If Dylan wanted to talk, he would have picked up by now, well... I have no other choice but to leave him for the sudden exclusive meeting. It’s not like I didn’t try to call him anyway,” Greg m