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The rise of the lost heir Chapter 55: Another Lady
Joe’s mind was still a whirl of thoughts as he and Hannah continued to walk side by side down the sandy path, heading back the way they’d come. Just as he began to get lost in his thoughts again, Hannah’s voice broke the silence. “Look up,” she said. Joe noticed that her eyes turned to the sky, pointing to a cluster of stars. “Do you see that pattern over there?” Joe followed her gaze, spotting a group of stars that former “W” shape. “Yeah, what about it?” “That’s Cassiopeia,” she explained, her voice soft. If he weren’t standing close to her, he wouldn’t have bests a word. “According to the myth, she was a queen who bragged that she and her daughter were more beautiful than the sea nymphs. The gods punished her by placing her in the sky, but she’s upside down half the time.” Joe raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “So, she’s forced to sit in the sky forever, upside down half the time, just because she was confident?” Hannah laughed. “Well, I suppose that’s one way t
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 56: Joe and Hannah are an item.
Joe’s gaze flickered from his watch to the office door; his impatience was increasing as he waited for Jeremy to bring in his unexpected guest. A soft knock finally interrupted the silence, and Joe straightened himself. “Come in,” he called out, wondering who would appear. As the door opened, Joe’s eyes widened in surprise. Standing before him was Lady Penelope. He immediately rose to his feet. “Lady Penelope,” Joe said with a shocked tone. “What are you doing here?” Lady Penelope gave him a gentle smile, though her eyes held a seriousness that Joe didn’t miss. “I have something important to discuss with you, Joe.” Joe glanced over at Jeremy, gesturing for him to leave. As the door clicked shut behind Jeremy, Joe turned back to her. “You could have just called, you know, or sent Timothy,” he said, forcing a lightness he didn’t quite feel. Lady Penelope shook her head. “This isn’t something that should be discussed over the phone.” She took a seat opposite him, her gaze pie
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 57: His heart stopped only for a second.
“Don’t tell me you believe him?” Joe leaned forward. He had had enough of Timothy’s lies and couldn’t bear to listen. Lady Penelope turned to look at Joe. “I’m sorry, but he won me over with his story.” At the sound of her words, Timothy smirked, and Joe shook his head continuously. “He’s lying,” Joe said with a bold tone. “Hannah and I are not an item neither are we counting the days to our anniversary.” “He’s only saying this because he’s shy, Mom,” Timothy said, and Joe rolled his eyes. “You don’t ever give up.” He said with a feral tone. “This isn’t about giving up. I’m just saying what I believe it’s true and know it’s true,” Timothy said, lifting his hands in defense. “And besides, I know you are going to admit that I’m right sooner or later.” “In your dreams,” Joe said, and Timothy was about to respond when Lady Penelope stood on their feet. “It’s time for me to head back to the estate for my afternoon nap.” She said with a voice that sounded like she was looking forw
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 58: If you’re reading this, it means I’m gone
Joe sat back in his bed, the letter from his father still clutched in his hand. He couldn’t believe what he just read and just had to read it again. "P.S. If ever my son is found, let him know there’s a letter addressed to him in my study, in the safe. The password to the safe is 9220. Please let him know about this. It’s very important." The words echoed in Joe’s mind, and a shiver ran down his spine. What could be so important? What was his father hiding or preparing for him? The questions multiplied in his head. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to find that letter. Without a second thought, Joe grabbed the letter and rushed out of his room. His steps quickened as he made his way down the corridor toward his father’s study. He had been in that room a hundred times before, but tonight, it felt different—charged with an energy he couldn’t explain. When Joe reached the study door, he pushed it open and scanned the room. His father’s desk sat in the middle of the room,
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 59: Sixth square.
Joe shifted on the wooden bench in the park, his fingers brushing over the piece of paper his father had left behind. The sunlight filtered through the trees, flashing against Hannah, who sat cross-legged beside him. “So, what did you find in the safe?” Hannah asked, looking at him. Joe had been telling her about the letter Lady Penelope handed to him and how it led him to the safe. “Joe,” Hannah called out my name, and Joe peered at her. “I found a letter that said, if you’re reading this, it means I’m gone, and then some code attached to the bottom,” Joe said, breaking the silence. He moved the crumpled sheet in his hands after he said those words. “Let me see,” Hannah said, reaching for it. She unfolded the paper carefully and studied it. Joe leaned back, rubbing his temples. “I think my father wanted me to figure out something… but I don’t even know where to start.” Hannah’s brow furrowed as she examined the lines and symbols on the paper. “Then figure it out,” she sai
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 60: The return to sixth street
The figure that caught his eye moved closer, and at first, Joe thought of leaving before the person approached him, but something within him made him standstill. “You lost?” The man said in a bold voice. The man stopped moving forward. He stood a few feet away, his face partially hidden by a worn cap pulled low over his eyes. His posture was relaxed, but his voice had an edge that put Joe on alert. Joe forced a casual smile, trying to keep his nerves hidden. “Not really. Just… looking around. A friend told me about this place.” The man cocked his head, his expression skeptical. “A friend, huh? Did they also forget to tell you Sixth Square doesn’t come alive until midnight?” Joe blinked. “No, they didn’t mention that.” The man’s lips curled into a smirk. “Figures. Well, you’re wasting your time here now. Go home, and if you’re serious about being here, come back later.” Joe hesitated for a moment but nodded. “Alright. Thanks for the heads-up.” The man’s gaze lingered on Joe
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 61: He was doomed
“You know, I figured it would be quite easy for you to know the reason why I would be here,” Victor said. Joe's chest increased as he felt his frustration piling up. Victor hadn’t answered his question yet. Joe felt like he would lose his mind, if victor tried to avoid his question or ask him another question. Surprisingly, Victor didn’t say a word. He just stared blankly at Joe. "Answer my question, Victor. “ Joe said out of impatience. “Why are you here? And what’s really going on in this place?" Victor crossed his arms and leaned casually against a nearby wall, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Fine, fine, I will talk, but I enjoyed messing with you, though.” Joe shot him a glare, and Victor moved his head forward. “Okay, Why am I here? Easy. I sell drugs to rich people." Joe blinked, his brow furrowing. "This looks like more than a drug dealing sight.” Victor’s grin widened. "And you’re right, my dear friend. This is where the elite come to play. Not just rich peopl
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 62: John’s discovery
Joe kept running despite knowing that his chances of escape were slim. But then, a twist of fate happened. The door burst open; and a group of men rushed him, giving Joe the chance to put a few distance between him and the men. When he got outside, he rushed to his car. He was about to step inside when he heard footsteps. Immediately, Joe crouched behind his car, his breath shallow and his body tense. The faint glow of the overhead lights cast long shadows across the cracked asphalt the sound of approaching footsteps was getting closer, and this made his heart pound in his chest. “Check over there,” a gruff voice barked from somewhere close by. Another voice chimed in, “You take that corner. I’ll check this side.” Joe pressed himself tighter against the side of his car, every nerve on edge. He could hear the men moving methodically, their boots crunching on the gravel, searching for any sign of him. “Anything?” one of them called out. “Nothing,” came the reply. “He mu
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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
