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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
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 138: Tides are turning
Joe was jolted awake by the constant buzzing of his phone. He was still sleepy and he was struggled to catch up as he blindly reached for the device on his nightstand. When his fingers finally wrapped around it, the bright screen revealed a list of missed calls and messages. The names glaring back at him made his stomach twist: Mr. Adam, Timothy, Mr. Leon, and, of course, Hannah. He wasn’t surprised about Hannah he had ignored her since yesterday night. Groaning, Joe rubbed his temples and squinted at the notifications. “What now?” he muttered, tossing the blanket aside and sitting up in bed. He adjusted himself slightly, with his hands gliding through his phone. He decided to call back Mr. Adam first, and after the first dial. Mr.Adam answered the call quickly. “Joe,” Mr. Adam said, “the deed is done. The news is out.” Joe blinked, his brain still catching up. “Wait—what news?” “The whole scandal. It’s all over the media now. Everyone knows the truth about Creed, Hannah
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 139 : At what cost
Joe sat under the bright lights of the Business Magazine studio, his hands folded neatly on the table in front of him. The cameras were positioned, and the anchor, a sharp-looking woman in her mid-30s named Diane Chase, adjusted her notes as the crew gave them the go-ahead. "Thank you for joining us, Mr. Whitmore," Diane said, her professional smile razor-sharp. "This is a monumental moment for your family and your company. After a month of scandal and speculation, it seems the truth is finally surfacing. How does it feel to know that justice is being served?" Joe stared at her, the question hanging in the air. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. Diane’s eyes flickered with curiosity as the silence stretched on. Finally, Joe spoke up. .“Justice?” He scoffed softly, shaking his head. “I don’t know if I’d call it that just yet.” Diane tilted her head, intrigued. “Why do you say that?” Joe leaned forward. “Because this en
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 140: Hailey
Joe sat in his study, the remnants of his confrontation with Hannah still weighing on him. The events of the evening replayed in his mind like a broken record. Unable to focus, he picked up his phone and called Timothy. "Joe," Timothy answered almost immediately. "Finally! I’ve been waiting for you to tell me what happened with Hannah. Did you confront her?” Joe sighed heavily. "I did, Tim. And she didn’t even try to deny it in the end. She practically admitted everything—her involvement with Creed, her father's vendetta against my family. It was like I’d never really known her." Timothy let out a low whistle. “Man, that’s rough. I know you didn’t trust her, but still, hearing her admit it...that’s brutal.” Joe leaned back in his chair, his frustration evident in his tone. “It’s not just her betrayal, Tim. It’s the whole thing. The lies, the manipulation...it feels endless.” “Well,” Timothy said after a pause, “I’m not letting you wallow in this. Get dressed—we’re going out ton
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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
