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The rise of the lost heir Chapter 130: stick by his side
Joe parked his car in the driveway, feeling drained from the visit with Mr. Adam and the whirlwind of emotions that followed. The betrayal by Hannah gnawed at him, but so did the plan to expose her and Mr. Creed. He had to stay sharp, stay one step ahead—but his heart wasn’t making it easy. Just as he stepped inside his house, his phone vibrated. The screen lit up with Hannah’s name. His stomach twisted in knots. The last thing he wanted was to talk to her, but ignoring her call would make her suspicious. He stared at the phone, the ringing echoing in the quiet room, before reluctantly swiping to answer. “Hello?” Joe’s voice was calm but , within his insides churned. “Hey, Joe!” Hannah’s voice was warm, cheerful even. “I was just thinking about you. How are you holding up?” Joe clenched his fist, but he forced his tone to remain calm. “I’m fine. Just a bit tired.” “That’s understandable,” she said. “I’m just glad you’re back to speaking to me.” There was a pause before she c
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 131: Drunken goodness
Joe woke up to a pounding headache, his senses dulled and his mouth dry as a desert. The memories of the previous night clung to him like a shroud, and he groaned, clutching his head as he stumbled out of bed. The faint smell of coffee wafted from downstairs, and as he descended, he saw Timothy already seated at the kitchen table, sipping from a mug. “Morning, sunshine,” Timothy said with a smirk, raising his cup in a mock toast. Joe grimaced, rubbing his temples. “Don’t start. I feel like I’ve been hit by a freight train.” Timothy leaned back in his chair. “Well, I hope you’ve got enough energy left. Get dressed. We’re heading out.” Joe frowned, still feeling his head pounding. “Heading where?” “To see Mr. Adam,” Timothy replied, finishing his coffee. “We’ve got plans to finalize.” Joe sighed, reluctant but knowing there was no use arguing. He trudged back upstairs, splashed cold water on his face, and threw on a crisp shirt and slacks. Within half an hour, they wer
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 132: Blind
Joe’s step felt heavier than the last, but he couldn't stop. He had to know the truth. The hallway wasn’t bright enough but Joe didn’t care headed the moonlight spilling through the window as his guide. Joe found the study later on. His heart thudded in his chest like a war drum as he pushed open the door and flicked on the light. The study was surprising tidy like it hadn’t been touched, with its polished desk, organized bookshelves, and a laptop sitting atop the table. Joe began rummaging through drawers and files, his movements were hurried but at the same time he tried not to make any sounds. He didn’t want to alert the staffs or draw any attention to him. For the first ten minutes, he found nothing of interest—just neatly filed documents and basic notes. Frustration began to bubble under his skin. “Is this all a waste of time?”he thought. Then his eyes landed on the open laptop on the table. He approached it cautiously, his pulse quickening. The screen was locked,
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 133: Racing thoughts
Joe woke up the next morning feeling a lot better than yesterday. He pushed away yesterday’s event away, making way for his main goal which was to expose the truth and take back control. “You’re awake!” Hannah’s voice caught his attention as he got dressed. “Yes, I have something important to take care of.” Joe lied. Hannah got up moving closer to Joe. “What could be so important than spending a day with you woman?” Hannah asked, she placed her hands on Joe’s shoulder and he felt his skin crawl. “I really have something important to do.” Joe said trying not to sound irritated. Hannah pulled away. “Okay, but you’re not leaving till you have breakfast.” Joe knew not to refuse, so he finished dressing up and followed her downstairs. After a quick breakfast, he set out to meet Mr. Adam at Lady Penelope’s estate. His mind raced as he drove, replaying everything he had discovered. He tried his best to push away those thoughts but he couldn’t. It was like they just kept hauntin
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 134: keep me posted
Joe leaned back in his seat, folding his arms across his chest as he looked at Hannah with concern. She hadn’t uttered any words, and Joe was dying of curiosity. "Alright, Hannah, tell me what's wrong.” He said breaking the silence. Hannah glanced around the house, as if ensuring no one could overhear them. Then she leaned forward, her voice was low as she spoke. "It’s Alfred. He’s threatening me, Joe. He’s demanding a huge sum of money, or else he’ll release some… compromising pictures of me." Joe felt a wave of relief wash over him. For a moment, he had feared it was something connected to the tangled mess with Mr. Creed or the company. "That’s it? It’s just Alfred being a sleazeball?" he asked, trying to sound casual. Hannah’s expression hardened. "It’s not 'just' Alfred, Joe. He’s relentless. I’m scared he won’t stop even if I give him the money." Joe reached across the chair and placed his hand on hers, trying to reassure her. "Alright, alright. Don’t panic. We’ll f
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 135: Urgent meeting
Weeks had passed, and Joe was reaching the end of his patience. Pretending to care for Hannah had become unbearable, but he knew leaving now would ruin everything Mr. Adam was working to expose. For now, he had to play along, helping Hannah with the seemingly endless blackmail from Alfred while secretly gathering evidence to bring her and Mr. Creed down. Joe sat across from Hannah at a small café downtown. She was crying again, her hands trembling as she gripped her coffee cup. "I can’t take it anymore, Joe," she said, in a shaky voice. "Every day, he’s calling me, threatening me. He’s never going to stop!" Joe reached out, placing a hand over hers for appearances. "Hannah, listen to me. We’ll figure this out. But you have to stay calm." Before Hannah could respond, the café door swung open, and Alfred strode in, his face twisted with a smug grin. He approached their table without hesitation. ‘ He just had to show up here.’ Joe said to himself. Now he would have to play he
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 136: Ultimate goal
Joe arrived at the address Mr. Adam had sent him. The towering building before him was none other than the headquarters of the city’s most prominent media house, known for breaking explosive stories and shaping public opinion. He glanced around, trying to spot Mr. Adam, when a figure in dark sunglasses and a sharp black coat stepped out of the shadows. It was Mr. Adam, almost unrecognizable in his disguise. “Mr. Adam,” Joe called out, in a very low voice. “What are we doing here?” Mr. Adam closed the gap between him and Joe. It was during that moment, Joe noticed the briefcase in his hands. ‘What was he up to?’ Joe thought to himself. “Relax, Joe. This is part of the plan.” Mr Adam’s voice drew him out of his thoughts. Joe furrowed his brows, his confusion growing. “What plan?” “Why are we at a media house? Is this related to the company, Hannah, or the whole Creed issue?” Joe demanded, he wanted answers. Mr. Adam smirked but didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he gestured f
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 137: Second glance
Joe and Mr. Adam stepped out of the towering media house into the cool afternoon breeze. Mr. Adam, turned to face Joe saying no single word but the look on his face gave him away. He looked like he wanted to say something, the minute Joe noticed that look, he spoke up. “Why do I feel like you have something on your mind?” Joe asked. “Because I do.” Mr. Adam said. “Mind sharing or do you plan to keep to keep me in the dark?” Joe raised his brow, and Mr. Adam nodded, closing the distance between them. Mr. Adam smirked. “I’m not going to keep you in the dark,” he added, leaning closer, “So tell me?” Joe said firmly. “What’s on your mind?” “I’m not just passing information to the media. There are more things that I have planned.” “What do you mean?” Joe asked, flashing Mr.Adam a curious look. “I had a little chat last night with someone you might find interesting—the cop who planted the evidence against me,” Mr. Adam revealed. “Let’s just say he’s starting to see the light. Wi
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Chapter 165: Finger
Joe’s eyes widened as he stared at the small, bloodied object in front of him on the table. His face turned paled, and he took more steps back. “You have to be kidding me,” he said, in a lowered tone. “Is that...a finger?” John, standing opposite Joe, nodded grimly. “It is. And there’s more.” John reached into his pocket and handed Joe a folded note. Joe hesitated, his hand trembling as he took it and unfolded it. His eyes grew even wider as he read the words scrawled in bold, red ink: *Mr. Adam’s finger. More of his body parts will follow if you continue to meddle.’ Joe looked up at John. His shocked expression turned to a look of sadness. “They know I’ve been snooping around.” He managed to say, and his voice came out cracked as he spoke. John folded his arms across his chest. “I told you to let the police handle this, but no, you wouldn’t listen. Now look where we are.” Joe didn’t respond immediately. He set the note down on the table beside the severed finge
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Chapter 164: Dead ends
Joe parked his car in the driveway and stepped out into the still night air. There was faint light spilling out of the house, and from the outside, it looked peaceful. Joe wished he could feel that peace. He had been on edge all day, combing through the city for any leads on Mr. Adam, but his search had turned up empty. Exhausted, he dragged his feet into the house, and saw John was waiting for him. John leaned against the wall near the staircase, arms crossed, his expression displayed his anger. “Where have you been?” John asked, in a very sharp tone. Joe sighed and shrugged off his jacket. “I had important work to do.” “Don’t lie to me, Joe,” John said, stepping forward. “I’m saying the truth.” Joe said in a low tone. John was quiet and Joe saw this as his opportunity to head to his room and avoid and further confrontation but it was as if John had read his mind. He stepped in front of Joe with his hands still crossed. “I went to the corporation today.” “That’s goo
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Chapter 163: No distractions
Immediately Joe arrived home, the first thing he did was start working on his idea. He didn’t tell anyone about it. He had a feeling that if he told them they would try to talk him out of it. Joe’s plan was simple: Find MR.Adam. Joe had a feeling that the gang was behind his kidnapping and he knew that the only way he could find Mr.Adam was by visiting the gang’s hideout spot. He glanced through his phone for the information that Victor had sent to him in the past that had the name of some of the locations. There were only few specified a hideout spot, Joe decided to message Victor. The next day, Joe paced around his office, his phone in hand, repeatedly checking for any updates from Victor. Joe’s text messages and calls had gone unanswered, and the silence was beginning to eat at him. Just as Joe sat down, staring blankly at his computer screen, Timothy and John barged in, their faces serious. “Joe,” Timothy started, his voice urgent. “We visited the police station again, a
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Chapter 162: Struck by an idea
“So money?” Joe said, after John finished speaking. “That’s what the terms ball down to.” John nodded, staring at Marco who was quiet Marco raised an eyebrow. “And by money, I mean a very huge amount. Tracking is not an easy job you know.” “I’m aware.” Joe said despite not having any clue of how hard tracking could be. He just wanted Marco to get started. They had already wasted times going through the terms which had no significance, and Joe didn’t want to waste more time bargaining about the amount. Joe stepped forward, his gaze was firm as he spoke. “Name your price. Whatever it is, I’ll cover it.” Marco’s smirk grew wider. “I like the sound of that. You know John you should bring people like him over more often.” “He’s so much better than that dusty old man you set me up with. You know he still owes me. I said I was going to speak to you about but it always skips my mind.” Marco said leaning forward. “We can talk all about old Gerry later.” John said stepping in. He h
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Chapter 161: Asking for clarity
Joe woke up the next morning to the faint aroma of coffee wafting through the house. Stretching, he headed to the kitchen and found John sitting at the table, sipping his coffee. “Morning,” Joe greeted, heading to the coffee machine to pour himself a cup. “Morning,” John replied, his tone measured. “You sleep alright?” “Yep” Joe admitted, grabbing a slice of toast and sitting across from John. John nodded silently, staring into his coffee cup. As Joe began eating, his phone buzzed on the table. Glancing at the screen, his brow furrowed in surprise. It was Lady Penelope. It wasn’t unusual for her to call, but this early in the morning was out of character. “Lady Penelope?” Joe said aloud, picking up the phone. “Hello?” Her voice came through, shaky and filled with worry. “Joe, I need you to come over. It’s about Mr. Adam.” Joe’s stomach tightened. “What about him? What’s going on?” “I got a call from him just a few minutes ago,” she began, her voice trembling. “He so
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Chapter 160: Trails
Weekend had come by so fast, and instead of spending it home. Joe was heading out that evening to Lady Penelope’s mansion for Timothy’s birthday. “Nice!” He muttered to himself as he stared at the mirror. He adjusted his jacket on more time before heading downstairs. Together, Joe, John and Mr. Adam set out. When they arrived, Joe was greeted by Timothy in the hallway. “Happy birthday champ!” He said handing him his gift. Timothy’s eyes radiated like a seven year old as he took in the gift. “The latest Steve Meyers collection.” He exclaimed, “how did you get this?” “Let’s just say, I know a guy who knows a guy.” Joe said with a smile. “Thanks Joe. This would be hanging in the front roll of my wine collection.” Joe smiled at his words and afterwards Timothy directed him towards the garden where the party was being held. Guests milled around the garden, lit by golden string lights draped across the trees. Joe took a seat close to some of Timothy’s close friends, enjoying the
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Chapter 159: Eyes and Ears
“You must be kidding me?” Joe said as he regained himself from his shocked state. Mr. Adam’s gaze landed on Joe as he spoke. . “I’m saying the truth Joe. He was planning on double—crossing you guys.” Joe frowned. “Why do I have this feeling you are making this up just so you can prove a point?” Mr. Adam shook his head. “I’m not a boy Joe. I don’t have time to play those kind of games. Everything I say is based on facts and evidence not just some made up nonsense.” Joe still looked unconvinced despite Mr. Adam’s words. After a moment of silence he spoke up. “So what fact or evidence did you discover?”Joe asked in a firm tone. Adam stepped forward, his boots echoing against the concrete floor. “I had one of my men follow him. Last night, he went to a pub. While he was there, he got drunk and started running his mouth to another man.” Adam’s jaw tightened. “He told him, word for word, that Whitmore has no idea he’s digging his own grave.” Joe’s eyes widened, disbelief washing ov
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Chapter 158: Shocking words
“I could’ve died in that fire. Do you understand that? The only reason I’m still standing here is because of the steps I took. Because of the informant.” Joe said staring directly into Mr.Adam’s eyes. Adam’s jaw tightened, and during that moment he took a deep breath letting go of his tightened Jaw. He was trying his best to reduce the anger that had taken over. But his attempts weren’t working. “You are speaking like I haven’t been protecting you.” Mr. Adam said. “I’m not saying that. I’m only trying to let you see that my actions have great importance.” Joe said standing his ground. He wanted to make his point clear so badly but Mr.Adam wasn’t buying it and he didn’t hesitate to show that he wasn’t. “Your actions don’t have any great importance Joe.” Mr. Adam said in an edgy voice. “All they have is consequences—consequences that would cost you.” Joe shook his head. “Don’t you get it?” He asked staring into his eyes. “Can’t you see the benefit of all this?” “All I see is mad
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Chapter 157: Caught in the act.
The fire attack on the finance dinner dominated the news for days. Smoke still lingered in the memories of those who witnessed it, and the tragic loss of life left the city in mourning. Families grieved, businesses expressed their condolences, and public figures made statements about the need for justice. Joe watched as the city struggled to recover. He was also caught up in the feeling of grief. One of his most loyal investors, Mr. Gregson, had been caught in the attack. Joe was invited to the funeral by his only surviving heir—his son Aiden. By midday, Joe set out with Mr.Adam and John to the funeral. “This shouldn’t have happened,” Joe muttered to John as they stood at the back of the crowd. “You know I can’t stop thinking of the fact that I would have been dead.” John nodded, his face equally grim. “But you aren’t, and that’s something you should be grateful for. Right now, we should be focusing on how to hit the gang where it hurts.” Joe didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on
