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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
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 142: A strange visitor
One month had passed since the fallout from the scandals began, and the courts were now filled with cases against Hannah and Mr. Creed. While the evidence stacked against them was damning, Creed was pulling every trick in the book to drag the Whitmore name through the mud. His latest ploy was filing a formal complaint, claiming the Whitmore estate still harbored illegal activities. The authorities had little choice but to investigate, leading Chief Ken to show up on Joe’s doorstep yet again. Joe stood at the large front doors of his estate, his arms crossed as Chief Ken approached him. “Chief Ken,” Joe said through gritted teeth, “this is the third time you and your men have trooped through my property. What is it now?” The chief adjusted his hat, trying to maintain composure. “Mr. Whitmore, I’m just doing my job. We received another tip, and we’re obligated to check.” Joe’s jaw tightened. “Another tip? Let me guess—Creed?” Chief Ken nodded reluctantly. “You’re not wrong. But un
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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
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Chapter 152: A launch flop
When Joe rounded the corner, the sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks. Mr. Adam was there, sleeves rolled up, fists bloodied. Two men—beaten to a pulp—were slumped against the wall, barely conscious. Mr. Adam’s face was a storm of fury as he grabbed one of them by the collar and hoisted him up, delivering another brutal punch to his ribs. The man cried out, while his companion looked on with fear in his eyes. “Mr. Adam!” Joe shouted, stepping forward. “That’s enough!” Mr. Adam didn’t look up, his chest heaving as he pinned the man against the wall with one arm. “Stay out of this, Joe,” he growled. “I’m not done.” Joe, undeterred, moved closer. “I said enough!Look at them! They’re done. You’re going to kill them if you keep this up.” Mr. Adam finally turned his head toward Joe. “Maybe that’s what they deserve.” Joe stood his ground, his voice was firm as he spoke. “They’re just pawns, Adam. This isn’t going to solve anything.” Mr. Adam released the man, who dropp
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Chapter 151: Launch party
The days leading up to the launch party for Joe’s new corporation were filled with relentless work, late nights, and endless planning. The fact that things had been stable contributed to making Joe’s planning easier. There were no threats, no near misses, and no weird messages. Life, for a brief moment, felt… calm. This made Joe feel relaxed. A day before the launch, Joe and John drove to the new corp’s headquarters to finalize preparations. The building itself was modern and striking—sleek lines of glass and steel that gleamed in the sunlight. As Joe stepped out of the car, his gaze swept across the building, and a rare smile tugged at his lips. John stood beside him, hands in his pockets, and observed Joe’s quiet pride. “You know,” John began, breaking the silence, “your father would be proud.” Joe turned to him, a small laugh escaping. “You think so?” “Yeah,” John said sincerely. “Not just proud, Joe—he’d be impressed. You’re doing something he never could. You’re tur
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Chapter 150: Double attack
The day of John’s mother’s remembrance was quiet and intimate, just as John had wanted. The house was transformed into a warm and welcoming space with simple decorations—a few family photographs, candles, and flowers placed strategically around the living room. Lady Penelope was among the first to arrive, dressed elegantly in a navy blue dress. She greeted John with a tight hug, expressing her condolences. “I told you she was the best of the best.” Lady Penelope said after freeing John from her hug. Her eyes were on Joe, who immediately understood what she was talking about. “Madeline did a good job.” He said. “I’m really happy that things turned out well.” John looked between the two. “I’m lost here.” “Lady Penelope had referred me to the event planner who decorated the house.” Joe said. Without hesitation John thanked Lady Penelope, who waved off his thanks letting him know she was just helping. When John and lady Penelope stepped inside, Joe stood at the entrance, ensurin
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Chapter 149: Stuck on
Joe wandered aimlessly through the house the next day each room feeling more suffocating than the last. He shuffled through the house, aimlessly moving from one room to the next. He felt restless, like he couldn't find a place where he could sit still. His thoughts kept circling back to everything that had happened—his father, the gang, Hannah, the endless pressure. The walls of the house felt like they were closing in on him. As he walked into the study, something caught his eye. Tucked in the corner of the room, almost hidden beneath a pile of books, was a scarf. It was a soft, pale blue fabric. He recognized it immediately as Hannah’s. His heart lurched in his chest. He stood there for a moment, staring at it, and then the weight of it seemed to drop on him. His mind flashed back to all the time they spent together, the conversations, the moments that seemed to matter. But that was over now. He had to let go. "Roland!" Joe called out, his voice rough. Roland appeared almos
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Chapter 147: End me
The day started like any other for Joe, with him arriving at the office early to tackle a packed schedule. He greeted Jeremy, and moved through the lobby, his focus already on the list of meetings he had ahead. But as he approached his office, his steps slowed. Something was out of place—a box sat on the floor right in front of his door. Joe frowned. Packages weren’t unusual, but this one was different. It was unmarked, plain brown, with no indication of where it came from. His instincts kicked in, a chill creeping down his spine. "Jeremy!" he called out in a sharp voice. Jeremy appeared almost instantly, confusion etched on his face. "Yes, Mr. Whitmore?" "What is this?" Joe pointed at the box. Jeremy looked at it, puzzled. "I don’t know. It wasn’t there when I got here." Joe’s unease deepened. "Has anyone checked this? Who delivered it?" "I’ll check with security," Jeremy said quickly, already pulling out his phone. Joe debated waiting but decided against it. He cr
