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The rise of the lost heir 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
The rise of the lost heir 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
The rise of the lost heir 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
The rise of the lost heir 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
The rise of the lost heir 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
The rise of the lost heir 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
The rise of the lost heir 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
The rise of the lost heir 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 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
