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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
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 63: The chase
Joe followed John closely behind, his curiosity growing at each step he took. “Can you at least tell me what’s going on?” Joe said in a low voice.“You are going to see it soon.” That was the only word John said. He remained quiet as they climbed the grand staircase and walked down a hallway that Joe rarely ventured into. At the end of the corridor, John pushed open a door, revealing a small, state-of-the-art security room filled with monitors, control panels, and blinking lights.Joe stepped inside and looked around, amazed. “I never knew this part of the house existed,” he said, taking in the sleek setup. John smirked. “Not surprised. You don’t strike me as someone who likes to explore.”“You’re right,” Joe admitted, running his hand along one of the counters. “I haven’t even visited most of the estate.”John gestured to one of the screens. “Well, this is where the magic happens. Come here.”Joe moved closer as John clicked a few buttons, pulling up a series of surveillance feeds
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 64: This was far from over
Joe stood still, watching as the figure moved further away, during that moment, John brushed pasted him. “Come on, buddy, you can’t give up now!” John said. “I just need a minute to catch my breath,” Joe said. He relaxed for what felt like minutes. Then he scrambled to his feet, trailing behind John and the security guards. The figure sprinted toward the main road, weaving between parked cars and pedestrians who yelled in surprise. John appeared from the other side, cutting off the man’s path. "End of the line!" John yelled, his voice echoing through the street. The figure hesitated, glancing around for an escape route. His chest heaved as he weighed his options. Then, in a last-ditch effort, he turned and dashed toward an empty lot on the edge of the road. "After him!" Joe yelled, and the chase resumed. They pursued the figure into the lot. The man stumbled slightly but kept moving. Suddenly, a loud whistle pierced the air. One of the security guards, who had circled around
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 65: Shocked state.
“You’ve been in here all morning!” John said as he entered Joe’s father’s study. He glanced around at the clutter of old papers, notebooks, and ledgers Joe had spread across the large oak desk. “I’m looking for answers,” Joe replied, not bothering to look up. His hands sifted through another pile of documents. “I have this feeling in my gut that these threats are bigger than Aaron. There’s something deeper going on here.” John leaned against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms. “Alright, tell me—what have you found so far?” Joe exhaled heavily, holding up one of the letters. “These threatening letters—they’re too identical. Same handwriting, same style, the same words.” He placed the letter down and rubbed his temples. “Aaron couldn’t have written these. He wasn’t even born when the first ones were sent to my dad years ago.” John’s eyes widened. “So you’re saying... Aaron’s father could be behind this?” Joe shook his head. “I don’t know. I’ve been trying to find some kind of
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 66: Kelvin
“What do you mean the guy I’m about to meet is in jail?” Joe asked, his voice rising in disbelief as he stared at Timothy, who was gripping the steering wheel nervously. Timothy winced. “I didn’t want to tell you at first because I thought you might freak out.” Joe’s glare hardened. “And you didn’t think this was something I should know? How am I supposed to feel safe meeting up with this guy now?” “Relax, Joe,” Timothy said, trying to sound reassuring. “He’s not a murderer or anything. Kelvin landed in jail because he got top-secret information about a powerful family, and they came after him. He’s in here because of what he uncovered, not because he’s dangerous.” Joe scoffed. “Yeah, sure. If he ‘was’ a murderer, I’m sure you wouldn’t have mentioned that either.” Timothy sighed and glanced at Joe. “Look, if you really want me to turn back, say the word, and we’ll leave. I won’t force you into anything.” Joe paused, mulling over the situation. After a moment, he waved Tim
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 67: The Fight
The drive to the cottage was tense. Joe sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, replaying Hannah's call in his mind. Timothy glanced over at him flashing him a warm gaze. “She’s going to be fine, buddy?” He said in a low tone. “I hope so!” Joe replied. When they arrived at the cottage, Joe noticed something odd. The windows, which usually had curtains fluttering in the breeze, were shut tight. The house looked eerily still. “Something doesn’t feel right,” Joe muttered. Timothy looked at him. “You sure about this?” Joe didn’t reply. He stepped out of the car, his boots crunching against the gravel. Timothy and John followed close behind. Joe approached the front door and noticed it was slightly ajar. He hesitated, then pushed it open cautiously. “Hannah?” he called out. The inside of the cottage was dark, the air cool and still. Joe took a step inside, his eyes darting around, trying to adjust to the dim light. “Hannah, are you here?” Timothy stayed behind h
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 68: A Heavy Heart
Joe was fuming by the time they pulled into the driveway of the Whitmore estate. He slammed the car door shut and stormed toward the front door, with Timothy trailing behind, looking concerned but silent. Inside, John was waiting, sensing the tension between them. “I’ll give you two some space,” John said, disappearing into another room. Timothy was about to call him back, but John had worked past him in a hurry. Timothy sighed, his eyes staring back at Joe. He was left to figure out what with Joe alone. That didn’t seem like a pretty hard task because of Joe's behavior. Timothy leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as he watched Joe pace back and forth. “Okay, spill. What happened back there?” Joe threw his jacket onto the couch, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Can you believe she said that bringing you into this would ruin everything?” he snapped. “All I’ve been trying to do is get all hands on deck here. This isn’t just about her anymore—it’s about th
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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