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The rise of the lost heir Chapter 171: A dead chase
Joe followed the car at a close distance, keeping his headlights dim. Every turn the car made, Joe slowed down, careful not to get too close. He didn’t want John to suspect that someone was tailing him. His heart raced with curiosity as he stared at the car. ‘What was John up to? Who had picked him up, and why the secrecy? ‘ Joe muttered to himself. He focused back on the road, ignoring the gnawing questions in his head. But as they moved closer to the city center, the streets began to change. Colorful lights danced in the air, and the faint sound of music grew louder. Joe frowned, glancing around at the people starting to fill the streets. Bright costumes, painted faces, and laughter surrounded him. “Of course,” Joe muttered under his breath. “The carnival.” The annual city carnival was in full swing, and Joe had completely forgotten about it. It was one of the most significant events in the city, drawing thousands of people from all around the city. Now, those people clo
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 172: Unknown number
Timothy leaned back in his chair, listening intently as Joe vented his frustrations. Joe’s voice was filled with pain as he spoke, his words tumbling out as though they had been bottled up for weeks. “I really have a feeling that he’s up to no good.” Joe said in a low tone. “And that feeling scares me.” “Why?” Timothy asked. “You should be glad that your gut is pushing you in the right direction.” “Or wrong one!” Joe scoffed staring at the untouched food on the table. While he was speaking Timothy had devoured his meal, Joe on the other hand lost his appetite the second his opened his mouth. “Why do you feel like it’s the wrong direction?” Timothy asked, taking a sip from his juice. “I don’t know man, but I’m having mixed feelings about everything.” “The only you can get rid of those mixed feelings is if you keep investigating and find out what he’s up to.” Timothy added not giving Joe a chance to speak. “If you feel John is up to no good then digging deeper would give you so
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 173: A surprise call
Joe’s heart raced as he listened to the phone on the other line. His hand trembled as his breath catching in his throat. “I see you’ve been ignoring my calls. I’m here to remind you that not attending to my demands will cost you dearly.” The voice said in a bitter tone. Joe’s stomach dropped, his hand tightening around the phone. “What do you want?” he managed to say, after forcing his lips to uncurl. “You know what I want.” The voice said, “and you keep wasting my time. Do you know what happens when my tone is wasted Joe?” Joe didn’t say anything and the line went quiet for a moment before the unmistakable sound of a gunshot echoed through the call. Joe froze, his blood running cold as he heard a sharp cry of pain and wincing on the other end. “My leg!” a familiar voice screamed. Joe’s heart sank further. He knew that voice anywhere. It was Mr. Adam. “Mr. Adam?” he called out unable to hold back this realization. During that moment, Joe leaned forward in his chair, his kn
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 174: Hope
Joe’s heart raced as he held the phone to his ear. Hearing Mr. Adam’s voice after weeks of uncertainty filled him with relief. Mr. Adam’s voice, though strained, sounded hopeful and he answered Joe’s question. “I’m in the outskirts of the city, Joe... in another town. Hubs Town, to be exact.” Joe’s brow furrowed. “That explains why the police haven’t been able to trace you,” he muttered. “How did you manage to call me?” Joe asked in a firm tone “Forget about that,” Mr. Adam cut him off. It was clear he wasn’t ready to get into such details and Joe knew exactly why. At that point, Joe felt stupid for asking such questions. “Listen carefully, Joe. I’m going to give you directions, but you have to follow them precisely.” The sound of Mr. Adam’s phone had seized Joe’s attention. “Of course. Just tell me what to do,” Joe said, his grip tightening on the phone. Mr. Adam began. “Head to Hubs Town. When you get there, look for the old abandoned church near the railway. That’s where
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 175: Mission was just beginning
When evening finally arrived, Joe got ready. He headed to the bathroom, and quickly took a shower putting on his usual black outfit. When he was done, he realized how fast time had gone. Joe couldn’t believe that he spent that much time in the bathroom. He just hoped that Xavier wouldn’t notice that he was calling late. He headed to his drawer where his phone said and he picked up his phone and dialed Xavier’s number. His nerves were building up as the phone rang, but he forced himself to stay calm. Xavier answered on the second ring. “You’re late,” Xavier said curtly, his voice carrying a sharp edge. “I’m sorry, I’m just calling,” Joe replied quickly, “Where should we meet?” Xavier sighed audibly. “There’s a gas station on the edge of town, near the highway exit. Be there in thirty minutes. Don’t make me wait longer than that.” “Got it,” Joe said, hanging up. He peered at his jacket at the corner of the room. He contemplated whether or not to take it. In the end, he gr
The rise of the lost heir 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
The rise of the lost heir 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
The rise of the lost heir 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.
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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
