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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
The rise of the lost heir 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
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 166: Finding out the truth
Joe stared at the screen of his laptop. This was the third time he had reread the mail and every time his eyes scrolled through it, his heartbeat doubled. “Transfer half of the company funds and assets to the account provided, or Mr. Adam dies. You have 72 hours.” Joe’s heart beat tripled as he read it for the last time. He pushed his laptop aside, as his eyes fell on the tv screen. The show that Joe was once engaged in seemed less interesting. His eyes traveled back to the laptop.Joe didn’t know what to do about the message he had received. The thought of losing Mr. Adam terrified him, but handing over the company’s assets was a dangerous gamble. He needed advice—and there was only one person he trusted to give him a clear perspective and that was Lady Penelope. A few hours later, Joe arrived at Lady Penelope’s estate. The maids let him in without asking any questions. Joe wasn’t surprised by their actions. They were already fond of his face. He made his way to Lady Penelope’s
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 167: Intruder
Night came by really fast and Together Joe and Timothy prepared to set out. Just before they left, Lady Penelope called them. “Boys,” her voice crackled through the car speaker. “I want you to be extremely careful tonight. Creed is not someone to underestimate.” “We’ll be careful, Lady Penelope,” Joe reassured her. “Just keep your eyes open and don’t do anything reckless,” she added. Joe glanced at Timothy, who nodded silently. “We’ve got this,” Joe said before ending the call. Joe sounded hopeful and brave but within he felt otherwise. He didn’t want anybody to know about this. He kept a firm look as he started the engine. “So this is it.” He muttered to himself but it seemed that Timothy had heard him. He glanced his way not saying a word. As they drove toward Creed’s house, the atmosphere in the car shifted as Joe’s thoughts seem to consume him. During that moment he glanced at Timothy, deciding to make small talk with him so he could chase away those thoughts. “Ho
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 168: Think things through
The guards formed a tight circle around Joe, their eyes narrowing as they assessed the uninvited guest in the middle of the hallway. Joe felt his heart stop beating as a swallowed hard. A lump formed in his throat as his gaze moved from each man that was present. Suddenly he began to hear the sound of footsteps descending the grand staircase. He knew that creed. Joe sighed inwardly. He wished he had just listened to Timothy and come the next day. Now, he had walked in the lion’s den and he might get the chance to walk out of it. “What’s going on here?” A deep, commanding voice called out catching Joe’s attention. Joe turned his head and saw Mr. Creed emerging from the staircase, and as he stared at him past memories flooded his mind—memories that involved Hannah. Joe shook away that thought, his gaze lingering on Creed who took slow steps didn’t the stirs before Creed could get any closer, a soft voice chimed in. “Daddy?” Joe’s gaze shifted to a young woman standin
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 169: Injuries
Joe’s mind raced as he left Lady Penelope’s house, the weight of his conversation with her still heavy on his shoulders. He needed to clear the air with Timothy, especially after his reckless actions the previous night. The concern in Timothy's eyes had hit Joe hard, and he knew he needed to make things right. Driving through the city, Joe’s thoughts shifted to the strained relationship with his friend. Timothy had always been there for him, offering guidance and support. Joe couldn’t afford to push him away, not now. He needed Timothy more during this moment. He knew he couldn’t handle working alone. Arriving at the corporate building owned by Timothy’s dad, Joe walked through the lobby, nodding politely to the receptionist. He wasn’t here to discuss business; he was here to talk to Timothy. He asked for directions to Timothy’s office and was quickly escorted up to the top floor. When he reached the office, the door was ajar, and Joe knocked lightly before stepping inside. Timo
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 170: Nagging feeling
As each day passed, the emails continued, demanding the transfer of more company assets. The weight of those demands was suffocating, but Joe was doing his best to keep it together. Despite his best efforts to focus on his work, Joe’s stress was beginning to show. To make things worse, Mr. Maxwell, had come to see Joe in his office a few days earlier. Maxwell had been concerned about the unusual transfer of assets Joe had been making. “Joe,” Mr. Maxwell had said. “I’ve noticed some large transfers from the company accounts. Care to explain what’s going on?” Joe had paused, his mind racing to come up with a reasonable explanation. He knew he couldn’t reveal the truth—not yet, at least. “There’s something personal I’m dealing with,” Joe had said. “I’ve had to move some things around. I’ll make sure everything is back to normal soon.” Mr. Maxwell hadn’t pressed him further, which Joe appreciated. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that Maxwell’s eyes were still on him, waiting for hi
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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
