The Ultimate Heir.

Chapter six

In the rear right seat of a black Mercedes Benz parked on the street corner across from Shade's Delivery Home, sat Lennon Jenkins—a young man exuding elegance with his brown hair and dressed in an expensive black tuxedo.

With a mischievous smile, he crossed his legs, contemplating the image of someone's bloodied face and relishing in the sinister satisfaction it brought him.

After a brief period of silence, Lennon broke the tranquility and redirected his attention to his driver. "Did you manage to speak with the manager?" he inquired with anticipation.

"Yes, boss. The manager agreed to designate him as the delivery person. However, he insisted on a thousand-dollar tip for making the arrangement," James, a young man of similar age to Lennon and his former college crime accomplice, responded.

"A thousand dollars? Why on earth would he demand such an exorbitant amount for a simple delivery?" Lennon furrowed his brow, perplexed by the manager's seemingly excessive request.

"He believes that if a customer has the privilege of selecting their delivery person, they must be exceptionally affluent and, therefore, should pay a premium price. However, I agree that the amount does appear to be quite high," James vaguely explained, trying to shed some light on the manager's rationale.

"Very well, as long as that imbecile is there, I'm satisfied," Lennon begrudgingly agreed, his expression sour.

Curiosity got the better of James, and he couldn't help but ask, "Why did you ask to stop here anyway?"

James was both Lennon's classmate and partner in crime from their college days, and despite Lennon being his boss, they still maintained a casual rapport, albeit with certain boundaries.

Lennon sneered, responding with disdain, "Do you even have the right to ask me that? Just do your job, asshole."

Observing James's contorted expression in the rearview mirror, Lennon added, "I was just kidding, you idiot. I'm in a particularly jovial mood today, so I can't help but make jokes. I asked to stop here so I could see when Zale exited the company. Perhaps we should simply run him over with the car and put an end to his miserable existence," Lennon stated, his tone a mix of jest and seriousness.

James's eyes widened in horror at the suggestion. "What are you thinking? Have you lost your mind?!" he exclaimed, shocked by Lennon's words.

He was aware that Lennon occasionally displayed psychopathic behavior, but he never could have fathomed that Lennon would speak so nonchalantly about ending a life.

Realizing the severity of what he had just said, James quickly apologized, "I'm sorry for saying that, but can you really consider doing something like that?"

Lennon, too excited to dwell on James's initial statement, simply ignored it. "Of course, I could do it. However, I don't want to kill him. What are you even thinking? He's still my sister's husband. I merely wish to teach him a lesson and leave him battered and bruised. He won't die... at least not yet. Who knows, maybe later," Lennon said, a dark smile playing on his lips.

James was left speechless by Lennon's words. While he had witnessed Lennon's dark side before, this was particularly shocking.

The only reason James continued to assist Lennon and participate in his schemes was because they had been close friends in college, and he relied on Lennon for financial support due to his own financial struggles. However, hearing Lennon's recent remarks made him question whether he had been deceived.

Ultimately, James chose to keep his thoughts to himself and play along with Lennon's plan, but he silently vowed not to be a part of any malicious plot that involved causing harm or death to someone.

"Move the car, let's leave this place. He'll be here soon, and we need to get there before he does," Lennon ordered, picking up his phone from beside him and beginning to make some calls.

Following Lennon's instructions, James started the car's engine and navigated through the bustling city streets.

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Meanwhile, Zale found himself consumed by a deep sense of sorrow when the notification reminded him of the anniversary of his foster father's passing. He had been so preoccupied with his own affairs that he had completely overlooked this important date. A heavy weight settled in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel immense guilt.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I'll make it up to you," Zale murmured softly, fighting back the tears that threatened to escape his eyes.

With a sense of urgency, Zale quickly finished his coffee and left the cafeteria. He knew he couldn't visit his foster father's grave empty-handed, so he made a beeline for a nearby flower shop.

Inside the store, Zale selected a beautiful bouquet of Immortelle flowers, symbolic of remembrance and eternal love. Holding the flowers tightly, he exited the shop and hailed a cab waiting nearby.

"Where to, sir?" the cab driver asked as Zale settled into the back seat.

"Gemstone Cemetery," Zale replied calmly. "Please try to make the trip as quick as possible; I don't have much cash on me."

The cab driver nodded understandingly, starting the engine, and setting off on the journey.

Gemstone Cemetery was situated on the outskirts of the city, approximately a three-and-a-half-hour drive from the capital.

It was in that very cemetery where Zale's foster father had been laid to rest when he was just a child. Since then, Zale had moved to the capital after completing his studies and marrying Sasha Jenkins.

As the cab moved along the roads, Zale's mind became immersed in a whirlwind of thoughts. He reflected on the job he had recently left behind, the significance of this day, and what the future held for him.

Numerous emotions coursed through him, but he couldn't shake off a profound sense of introspection.

Lost in his ruminations, Zale unknowingly drifted into slumber during the journey. It was only when the cab driver tapped him on the leg that he startled awake, realizing they had reached their destination.

"We have arrived, sir," the cab driver informed him.