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The rise of the lost heir Chapter 105: Road trip
Joe sat slumped on his living room couch, staring blankly at the muted television. It had been three days since the shocking discovery in Mr. Adam's room and the tense confrontation at the police station. He hadn’t gone to work, avoided phone calls, and stayed inside, drowning in his thoughts. “Joe,” Hannah’s voice broke through his haze as she stepped into the room. “This place is a mess.” “It’s not bad!” Joe replied, looking at her. “How long have you been indoors?” She asked. “Three days.” Joe replied. “I’m going for the world record.” “No, you’re not.” Hannah said moving closer to Joe. “I’m not going to allow you continue like this.” “I’m perfectly fine.” Joe said. “I consider this as on a mini vacation.” Hannah furrowed her brows swapping the fly that flew through the window and landed on the half-empty pizza box. “You need to go on a proper vacation,” Hannah said. “Like right now.” Hannah pulled out her phone, and Joe watched her walk out of the room. “Where are you
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 106: Someone close to you
Joe and Hannah had been driving for hours when the glow of a roadside sign caught Hannah’s eye. She pulled off the highway and into the parking lot of a quaint vacation inn surrounded by tall pines and the quiet hum of crickets. “This is where we’re staying tonight,” Hannah said, switching off the car engine. Joe nodded, stretching his legs as he stepped out of the car. “Looks cozy enough,” he muttered, scanning the surroundings closely . Inside the inn’s small lobby, the receptionist greeted them with a warm smile. “Welcome! Do you have a reservation?” “No, but we’re looking for a room for the night,” Hannah replied cheerfully. The receptionist hesitated, glancing at her computer screen. “You’re in luck—we’ve got one room left.” “One room?” Joe raised an eyebrow, looking at Hannah. “It’s just for the night,” Hannah said nonchalantly. “We’ll manage.” Joe sighed but didn’t argue as Hannah signed them in. The receptionist handed over the key, and they made their way to t
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 107: Dark secrets
Joe‘s curiosity grew as he stared at the man. The man seemed to have noticed Joe’s curious gaze and without wasting anymore he spoke up again.“You have a lot of answers don’t you?” He said in a hoarse tone.‘Of course, I do.’ Joe wanted to said but he kept his words simple, still maintaining a strong gaze.“I do.” He replied.The man chuckled. “I was very close to your father actually. I knew him very well.” Before Joe could respond, Hannah leaned toward him, whispering, “I’ll be heading to the room. I’ll text you the number.” She motioned for the bellboy to carry their luggage, flashing Joe an encouraging smile before walking away. Joe turned his attention back to the man, still puzzled. “You said you knew my father?” The man nodded, pulling out his phone. “Here, let me show you.” He swiped through his photos, then held the phone up for Joe to see. On the screen was an old picture of Joe’s father standing beside this man, both of them smiling, seemingly in good spirits.
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 108: Meeting Mr Creed
“What do you want?” Joe said after picking the call.“Finally!” Timothy said, with a bit of an edge to his voice. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls? Do you know about Mr. Adam’s arrest?” Joe didn’t respond right away. He tried to steady his tone before actually speaking.“Of course, you know about it,” Timothy continued. “And you’re not doing anything about it, are you?” Joe frowned, his patience was decreasing by the second, and the last thing he wanted was lashing out at Timothy. “Did your mother put you up to this?” “What? No,” Timothy replied defensively. “I decided to call you and—” Joe cut him off. “Don’t lie to me. I know Lady Penelope is behind this. She’s the only one who’d push you to lecture me like this.” Timothy hesitated. “I swear, Joe, this is my idea. I just think you’re doing the wrong thing here. You know the Sanchez gang is behind this mess, don’t you?” Joe stayed silent, the name of the gang sending a ripple of unease through him. The fact that
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 109: A sliver of hope
Joe and Hannah finished their drinks, the light sound of laughter and conversation from the bar fading as they headed toward the pool area. The walk was serene, the soft glow of the pool lights visible in the distance. Joe, hands in his pockets, glanced at Hannah before speaking. “Sebastian was telling me about a project my father and he were working on before... well, before everything went to hell,” Joe said. “He made it sound like it was something big, something clean. Far from the gang stuff or the drug issues.” Hannah tilted her head, curious. “And? What are you thinking about it?” Joe sighed, his eyes fixed on the path ahead. “I’m not sure. I’ve been having mixed feelings about all of this. I don’t want to be tangled up in my father’s shady business anymore. If this project was his way of redeeming himself, maybe it’s a sign I should pick it up. Maybe it’s my way out of all this mess.” Hannah smiled softly. “Joe, if it feels right, then maybe it’s worth considering. J
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 110: A pang of jealousy
Joe went to the bar to see Mr. Creed the next day. He spotted Mr. Creed at a corner table, with a drink in his hand and an easy smile on his face. The older man waved Joe over, gesturing to the empty chair across from him. “Joe, my boy!” Mr. Creed greeted warmly. “I was wondering if you’d show up. Have a seat.” Joe sat down, ordering a whiskey neat from the waitress who appeared almost instantly. “I thought about what you said last night,” Joe began. “About my father and the project you two were working on. I’m curious.” Creed nodded, swirling his drink thoughtfully. “Curiosity is good. It’s the foundation of ambition. But I have something to show you that will explain things far better than my words.” Joe raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” “Come with me to my room,” Creed said, standing and downing the rest of his drink. “I’ve been digging through old files and papers, and there’s something you need to see.” Joe nodded and Mr. creed turned to the bartender.“Keep the
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 111: The Dance of Tension
“This is Alfred.” Hannah said with a smile. “He’s my childhood friend,” Hannah explained with a cheerful laugh, seemingly oblivious to Joe’s sour expression. Joe's jaw clenched as he watched the man—Alfred, as Hannah introduced him hover far too close to her for his liking. The worst part? Alfred’s hands were all over, brushing her shoulder, resting briefly on the small of her back, or gesturing near her arm in a way that made Joe's stomach churn. He didn’t like this one bit. “Joe!” Hannah called out grabbing his attention. “Childhood friend?” Joe muttered under his breath, glancing at Alfred with suspicion. As if sensing the tension, Alfred grinned and extended a hand toward Joe. “I’ve heard so much about you in this short period,” he said warmly. “Hannah here couldn’t stop singing your praises.” “Yeah?” Joe gave a brief handshake, his grip was firm but within he was plotting. He felt like yanking his hands or hurting him. “Yeah! She said you’ve been there for h
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 112: Standing His Ground
After several minutes had passed, Joe had leaned forward stopping his little avoidance game. His eyes had returned to Hannah and Alfred, who happened to still be engrossed in a conversation. As Joe’s gaze on them intensified, at first he noticed their interaction seemed casual enough—Hannah’s easy smile had hinted that Alfred was saying something nice. But something shifted. Their smiles faded, and their expressions grew tense. Joe’s fists clenched involuntarily. He couldn’t hear their conversation from this distance, but the body language was unmistakable. Alfred was leaning closer, speaking rapidly, his gestures sharp and pointed. Hannah folded her arms, her head tilted. She was about to walk away when Alfred pulled her back roughly. His grip on her tightened, and Joe watched as Hannah struggled to pull away. Joe had seen enough. He pushed himself off wall he was leaning against and strode toward them, weaving through the group of partygoers. As he approached, snipp
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Chapter 184: Rise to the top
The dim light of the early morning filtered through the broken windows of Edgar’s mansion. Joe stood in the center of the abandoned estate, the weight of the situation settling heavily on his shoulders. Joe’s heart pounded in his chest as he made his way through the mansion’s dark hallways. Edgar had told him the document was hidden in a secure room—a secret vault that only Edgar knew how to access. It was a good thing, Edgar had directed him on how to go about it. As he walked through the old mansion, his eyes landed on old portraits of Mitford family. They looked so happy, huddled together and Joe couldn’t believe that the Sanchez gang had whipped out all of them—The three brothers and their parents. Joe wondered how Edgar could have felt striving through the walls of their mansion all alone. It must have been sad moment for him. Joe snapped off out of his thoughts as he stopped in front of a wooden door at the end of a long corridor. The lock was old and rusty, but the mech
Chapter 183: The war had begun
“Speak to me!” Joe demanded as he watched Timothy crumble. Tears were still falling down his face, and Joe felt his heart ache as he started at his friend. He moved closer wrapping his hands around Timothy. Timothy’s pale face moved in Joe’s direction, and during that moment he managed to wipe off his tears. He swallowed hard before speaking, his voice was low and filled with sorrow. “Joe… you don’t know everything, do you?” Joe’s brow furrowed in confusion, his mind racing to make sense of the words, but it was hard to focus, hard to understand. “What are you talking about? What happened to them? To Mr. Adam? He was—he was looking for me, right? He was out there searching for me after I—after they said I was dead.” Timothy nodded slowly, the sadness in his eyes deepening. “Mr. Adam never stopped looking for you. He never believed that you were dead. The moment he heard about the accident, he knew something wasn’t right. He started investigating, digging into the people around hi
Chapter 182: His death
The morning sun streamed through the windows of Joe's office. Joe sat behind his desk, scanning the itinerary for an upcoming business trip. Mr. Adam stood across from him, arms crossed, with a look of concern etched across his face. “It’s just a two-day trip,” Joe said, his tone exasperated as he looked up at Mr. Adam. “I don’t need a bodyguard or a driver. I can handle this on my own.” Mr. Adam shook his head firmly. “Joe, this isn’t up for debate. After everything that’s happened, I’m not letting you go without some form of protection. This isn’t about distrust; it’s about being cautious.” Dexter, who had been leaning against the doorway listening quietly, chimed in. “Adam’s right, Joe. You’ve made a lot of enemies over the years, and you know that. It’s not about being paranoid; it’s about being prepared.” Joe sighed, leaning back in his chair. He pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated. “Dexter, it’s a quick trip to a neighboring town. I’m not flying to anothe
Chapter 181: letting loose
With John behind bars and the chaos finally settling, Joe began to lean on Dexter more. The man who had once been a stranger was now an ally, and slowly, Joe found himself trusting him. One day, as they sat in Joe’s office after a meeting, Joe asked, “Dexter, have you thought about what you’d like to do.” “You know workwise, I mean?” Joe added. Dexter looked thoughtful for a moment before replying, “If I could choose, I’d want to work with Mr. Adam. He seems like someone I could learn from, and... I’d like to be part of keeping you safe.” Joe smiled. “I’ll talk to him. I think he’d be glad to have you on board.” True to his word, Joe brought it up with Mr. Adam the next day. “Mr. Adam,” Joe said, stopping him in the hallway. “Dexter wants to work with you and your security team. What do you think?” Mr. Adam considered it briefly. “I think it’s a good idea. I’ll assign him to my team and keep him close. He’s earned our trust.” As days passed, Dexter took to his new rol
Chapter 180: His return
The morning was crisp and quiet, a deceptive calm before what Joe knew would be a chaotic day. He knew what was coming next and braced himself for it. Joe went about his day acting like everything was alright. “Good morning John!” He said with a smile which John returned. “Someone looks happy today.” John said. “What’s happening?” “Victory.” Joe said with a smile. “Victory at last.” John looked at joe with a confused look on his face. “What do you mean by victory?” John asked. Joe was hesitant before he responded, he picked up his glass of champagne walking out of the kitchen with an even wider smile. “You will see.” He finally said before leaving the Kitchen. Hours later, Joe stood outside his home, watching as police cars rolled up the driveway. Chief Ken stepped out, with a stern expression on his face. “Are you ready?” Chief Ken asked, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. Joe nodded, his jaw tight. “Let’s get this over with.” Inside the house, John
Chapter 179:Saving Mr. Adam
“It’s John He’s working with Ken Sanchez.”Joe said staring straight into Lady Penelope’s eyes. Lady Penelope’s eyes narrowed. “Ken Sanchez? The gang leader?” “Yes,” Joe replied, running a hand through his hair. “I met with that guy that told me he has answers, his name is Dexter Harrison. He used to be part of the Sanchez gang. He showed me evidence—pictures, recordings—proving that John struck a deal with Ken. He’s been working to take me down.” Lady Penelope leaned back, her face darkening. “Well, that explains why he has been acting weird recently” she said quietly. Joe shook his head, the betrayal still raw. “I trusted him, lady Penelope. I treated him like family. And now... now I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know if I can trust this Dexter guy. What if he’s playing me too?” Lady Penelope reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. “You’re right to be cautious. Don’t trust Dexter fully, but use him. If he’s telling the truth, he’s your best chance at getting
Chapter 178: Answers
Joe stepped into his car. He exhaled sharply as he started the engine. ‘I hope this isn’t a dead end or trap.’ He said to himself as he directed his car out of the estate. Soon, he was on the freeway heading to the narrow streets leading to Abbey Street. He glanced at the location on his phone once more, unable to shake the unease creeping through his chest. Abbey Street was a place gang activity took place—a place where people dared not tread. As he turned the corner, the narrow street came into view and before he knew it he was driving into Abbey street. His anxiety spiked. “Why here?” he muttered to himself, his knuckles whitening on the wheel. Parking his car a safe distance from the street, Joe texted Timothy about his location. “On Abbey Street. Just in case. Will update.” A moment later, a reply came through: “Be careful. Call me if anything happens.” Joe’s phone buzzed again, this time with a message from the anonymous number. “Come forward.” The message read.
Chapter 177: Need for answers
Joe sat at his desk, his eyes glued to his computer screen as he buried himself in work. Numbers, contracts, and endless reports were his refuge, keeping him from dwelling on the failed mission and the nagging fear that Mr. Adam might never be found. As Joe left his office later that afternoon, heading toward his car, something unusual caught his eye. A small parcel was perched neatly on the hood of his vehicle. His two bodyguards, who always stayed close, exchanged a glance and moved swiftly toward it. “Stay back, Mr. Whitmore,” one of them said firmly, waving him away. Joe nodded, keeping his distance as the guards carefully inspected the parcel. They dismantled the wrapping with precision, ensuring it wasn’t a threat, while Joe’s unease grew by the second. Finally, one of them called out, “It’s just pictures.” Joe stepped closer, his pulse quickening. He peered inside, and his breath hitched at the sight. Spread across the small box were a series of photographs. The first
Chapter 176: Someone closeby
Joe's hands gripped the dashboard tightly as Xavier pulled the SUV into a secluded spot near the old, crumbling church. The faint sound of the railway echoed nearby, confirming that they were in the right place. Joe glanced out the window, the eerie stillness of the surroundings unsettling him. “This is it,” Joe said, nodding toward the building. Xavier cut the engine and turned to him. “Stay in the car,” he said firmly, his voice sounding commanding. “No,” Joe replied immediately, unbuckling his seatbelt. Xavier frowned. “This isn’t up for debate. It’s dangerous. If something goes wrong, I can’t guarantee your safety.” Joe glared at him. “I’m coming. Mr. Adam is my friend, and I’m not going to sit back while you go in alone. Either we do this together, or I’m going in by myself.” Xavier sighed, his lips pressing into a thin line. He could see there was no convincing Joe otherwise. “Fine,” he muttered, grabbing his gun from the glove compartment. “But you follow my lead
