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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
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 141: The hard way
The door to Joe’s office swung open, pulling Joe out of his thought. It was Mr. Adam. "Hope I’m not interrupting," Mr. Adam said, stepping inside with a stern look in his eyes. Joe hesitated for a moment, debating whether to hide the envelope as he normally would. But something about Creed’s persistence, and Mr. Adam’s steady presence, made him decide otherwise. “Not at all,” Joe replied, gesturing for Mr. Adam to sit. “Actually, I’m glad you’re here.” He slid the envelope across the desk, revealing its contents. “I received this today.” Mr. Adam’s eyes narrowed as he examined the photograph and note. “Who sent this?” “Who else? Creed,” Joe said, his voice displayed with frustration. “I don’t know how, but he managed to get this photo from last night. He’s still trying to shake me.” Mr. Adam’s expression hardened. “He’s desperate, Joe. People like him thrive on intimidation. But don’t let him get to you.” Joe scoffed, leaning forward. “Don’t let him get to me? Adam, this isn
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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
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Chapter 156: Fire attack
“You’re going to be our eyes and ears,” John said flatly, as he flickered his gun about. “You’ll let us know every move the Sanchez gang makes before they make it. Got it?” The man’s eyes widened in panic. “I can’t do that! If they find out—if they even suspect—I’m dead! My family’s dead!” John didn’t flinch. He lowered the gun slightly, only to press it firmly against the man’s chest. “If you don’t do what I’m telling you, you’ll be dead a lot sooner.” The man froze, trembling under the cold weight of John’s words. “It’s better you just kill me now,” he said hoarsely, his voice cracking. John sighed, the frustration was very clear in his voice. “You’re not thinking straight. This isn’t just about you anymore. It’s about your family and your life.”The man didn’t say a thing, and John leaned forward. “Don’t you get it! We are offering you an opportunity here.”“That doesn’t sound like an opportunity.” The man said in a flat tone. “Just kill me like I said before.”“For the lo
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Chapter 155: Mission begins
The car rolled to a quiet stop, its headlights cutting through the darkness of the neighborhood. Rusty buildings lined the empty streets. The silence was unnerving, broken only by the occasional shuffle of rats scurrying through the debris. Joe sat in the passenger seat, his brows furrowed as he stared out at the scene in front of him. “This doesn’t look safe,” Joe muttered under his breath. “Are you sure we’re in the right place?” John, sitting behind the wheel, didn’t look half as worried. He leaned back in his seat, a small smirk playing on his lips. “What, are you scared?” he teased. Joe shot him an annoyed look. “I feel like I’ve walked into the lion’s den. Don’t you think we’re being a little reckless?” John waved off the concern with a hand. “Relax, Joe. Nothing’s going to happen. Besides, if you’re scared, you can stay in the car. Hide out here while I do all the work.” Joe narrowed his eyes. “I’m not staying in the car. That’s not happening.” John chuckled
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Chapter 154: Going south
Joe stared at the screen, as his hands moved swiftly across his screen. Once the message was sent he turned to John. “Done!” John smiled. “Good!” “What do we do now?” Joe asked. “We wait for his reply.” John said, in a low tone. John sighed, staring at the open sky. Him and John didn’t say anything, for what felt like minutes until John decided to break the silence. “Any messages?” Joe pulled out his phone which he had kept in his pocket. The dim light from his phone screen illuminated his face as he stared at the message he had sent to Victor minutes ago. Victor hadn’t replied the text and Joe informed John about it. “We would just have to wait a little.” John said. Minutes passed. Then half an hour. Still no reply. Joe sighed and tossed his phone into his pocket , rubbing his temples. “Any word yet?” John’s voice rose. Joe shook his head, glancing up at him. “No. Nothing.” John folded his arms, leaning forward , before speaking. “Well, you texted him. That’s a fir
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Chapter 153: Bully
“So, where exactly are we going?” Joe asked, in a firm tone John kept his eyes on the road, gripping the wheel confidently. “You’ll see.” Joe frowned slightly, shifting in his seat. “You’ve been driving for almost an hour, John. You took the wheel like you had somewhere specific in mind.” John smirked faintly but didn’t look at him. “I do.” “And where is that?” Joe pressed, turning his head toward him. John’s jaw twitched as though he was mulling over his response. “Just wait and see how.” Joe let out a small, tired laugh. “I don’t think I have that patient.” “Well, too bad,” John said firmly. “It looks like you’re going to have to acquire a bit of patience today.” Joe shook his head, staring back out the window. “This is worse than standing in line for ice-cream.” “What a nice way to describe this moment,” John said in a corky tone and Joe wasn’t buying his corkiness in fact he didn’t like it, but he didn’t say anything. The car kept rolling, and it felt like they were dri
