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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
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 69: Danger
Joe sat in his office, his head buried in stacks of papers, but his mind was far from focused. He hadn’t spoken to Hannah for two days, and though he told himself he didn’t care, deep down, he knew that it was a lie. He cared a lot and wished that he could reach out to her. A sharp knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. He glanced up to see John standing in the doorway, holding his phone with a grim expression. “Have you seen the news?” John asked. Joe leaned back in his chair, confused. “What happened?” John stepped in, his tone serious. “You’d better check your phone. It’s about Aaron.” Joe’s brow furrowed as he grabbed his phone from the desk and opened a news app. The headline blared at him: ‘Aaron White Claims Innocence, Points Fingers at Rosie’s Family.’ Joe read the article in disbelief. Aaron had an interview with the media this morning and he claimed that Joe had wrongfully had him arrested. In a detailed interview, Aaron said, “The real culprits are R
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 70: Forty Million
They hurried to the company’s parking garage, and Joe’s mind kept racing. He was beyond scared for Hannah—he didn’t know what kind of danger she was in, but he couldn’t afford to waste any more time. Joe rushed into his office. Immediately after stepping in, he scribbled the money the man had requested on a checkbook. Then, without a moment's hesitation, he stormed out of the office, with John following closely behind. “We need to cash this out,” Joe said as he climbed into the car. His gaze was distant, focused on the road, but the panic in his chest was growing by the second. “You’re gonna get it done,” John said, trying to reassure Joe. “Don’t worry, we’ll get her back.” Several minutes later, they arrived at the bank. Joe’s hands were shaking as he handed the check to the teller, trying to control his breath. “Please, just get this done fast,” he muttered, eyes darting around. The teller nodded. “Of course, Mr. Whitmore. It’ll just take a moment.” Minutes later, J
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 71: A trip to the hospital
Joe’s heart pounded in his chest. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. John was on the ground, blood pooling beneath him. His face was pale, and his body motionless. “John!” Joe shouted, his voice breaking as he rushed to his side. He laid Hannah gently on the ground, whispering a promise that he’d be right back, and sprinted to John’s side. John was still conscious, but his breathing was shallow, each intake of air rattling in his chest. Joe dropped to his knees beside him, pressing his hands over the wound in an attempt to stem the bleeding. Blood seeped through his fingers, painting them crimson. “John, stay with me,” Joe said urgently, his voice trembling. “You’re going to be okay. Just hang on.” John coughed, a weak smile playing on his lips. “Joe... you always were a terrible liar,” he murmured. “Don’t you dare talk like that,” Joe snapped. “I mean every word I say; I’m also going to get help.” Behind him, the man who had fired the shot stood with the gun still i
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 72: 50–50 chance
“Sir, it’s time to leave.” Joe heard a voice behind him. He turned swiftly, and his eyes landed on a nurse, a chubby woman with a soft gaze. “We are about to perform the surgery.” Joe stood on his feet, watching as the nurse moved closer to John. Another nurse stepped in; this one was a man and he assisted in wheeling John out of the room. Joe watched them as he walked out of the room. The minute they got closer to the operating room, he sighted the doctor. Joe’s slow-paced steps became fast-paced as he moved in the doctor’s direction. “Please do all you can to save his life.” He told the doctor. “He’s the only family I got.” The doctor nodded. He didn’t say a word, but Joe knew from the look on his face that he was going to try his best—well, he hoped he would. Joe couldn’t imagine losing John. He would forever blame himself if he did. He wouldn’t even be able to look at himself in the mirror. Joe paced the hallway outside the operating room. His heart pounding as the doctor
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 73: Visiting Hannah.
Joe sighed as he shut the front door behind him, his keys jingling faintly as they slipped into his pocket. He was about to leave for the office when John’s voice came from behind him. “Why can’t I come with you?” John asked, frustration clear in his tone. He was leaning against the staircase, his arm in a sling. Despite his condition, there was a fire in his eyes, a determination to be involved. Joe turned, giving him a firm but understanding look. “You need to recover, John,” he said. “I can handle the office work myself.” John shook his head, stepping forward. “I’m fine. You’re overreacting. I’ve already spent enough time lying around. I can help—” Joe raised a hand, cutting him off. “John, no. I appreciate everything you’ve done, but this isn’t up for debate. You’ve been through too much already, and I need you to focus on getting better.” He placed a hand on John’s shoulder. “I’ve got this. Trust me.” John hesitated, his jaw tightening, but eventually stepped aside. “Fine.
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Chapter 156: Fire attack
“You’re going to be our eyes and ears,” John said flatly, as he flickered his gun about. “You’ll let us know every move the Sanchez gang makes before they make it. Got it?” The man’s eyes widened in panic. “I can’t do that! If they find out—if they even suspect—I’m dead! My family’s dead!” John didn’t flinch. He lowered the gun slightly, only to press it firmly against the man’s chest. “If you don’t do what I’m telling you, you’ll be dead a lot sooner.” The man froze, trembling under the cold weight of John’s words. “It’s better you just kill me now,” he said hoarsely, his voice cracking. John sighed, the frustration was very clear in his voice. “You’re not thinking straight. This isn’t just about you anymore. It’s about your family and your life.”The man didn’t say a thing, and John leaned forward. “Don’t you get it! We are offering you an opportunity here.”“That doesn’t sound like an opportunity.” The man said in a flat tone. “Just kill me like I said before.”“For the lo
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Chapter 155: Mission begins
The car rolled to a quiet stop, its headlights cutting through the darkness of the neighborhood. Rusty buildings lined the empty streets. The silence was unnerving, broken only by the occasional shuffle of rats scurrying through the debris. Joe sat in the passenger seat, his brows furrowed as he stared out at the scene in front of him. “This doesn’t look safe,” Joe muttered under his breath. “Are you sure we’re in the right place?” John, sitting behind the wheel, didn’t look half as worried. He leaned back in his seat, a small smirk playing on his lips. “What, are you scared?” he teased. Joe shot him an annoyed look. “I feel like I’ve walked into the lion’s den. Don’t you think we’re being a little reckless?” John waved off the concern with a hand. “Relax, Joe. Nothing’s going to happen. Besides, if you’re scared, you can stay in the car. Hide out here while I do all the work.” Joe narrowed his eyes. “I’m not staying in the car. That’s not happening.” John chuckled
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Chapter 154: Going south
Joe stared at the screen, as his hands moved swiftly across his screen. Once the message was sent he turned to John. “Done!” John smiled. “Good!” “What do we do now?” Joe asked. “We wait for his reply.” John said, in a low tone. John sighed, staring at the open sky. Him and John didn’t say anything, for what felt like minutes until John decided to break the silence. “Any messages?” Joe pulled out his phone which he had kept in his pocket. The dim light from his phone screen illuminated his face as he stared at the message he had sent to Victor minutes ago. Victor hadn’t replied the text and Joe informed John about it. “We would just have to wait a little.” John said. Minutes passed. Then half an hour. Still no reply. Joe sighed and tossed his phone into his pocket , rubbing his temples. “Any word yet?” John’s voice rose. Joe shook his head, glancing up at him. “No. Nothing.” John folded his arms, leaning forward , before speaking. “Well, you texted him. That’s a fir
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Chapter 153: Bully
“So, where exactly are we going?” Joe asked, in a firm tone John kept his eyes on the road, gripping the wheel confidently. “You’ll see.” Joe frowned slightly, shifting in his seat. “You’ve been driving for almost an hour, John. You took the wheel like you had somewhere specific in mind.” John smirked faintly but didn’t look at him. “I do.” “And where is that?” Joe pressed, turning his head toward him. John’s jaw twitched as though he was mulling over his response. “Just wait and see how.” Joe let out a small, tired laugh. “I don’t think I have that patient.” “Well, too bad,” John said firmly. “It looks like you’re going to have to acquire a bit of patience today.” Joe shook his head, staring back out the window. “This is worse than standing in line for ice-cream.” “What a nice way to describe this moment,” John said in a corky tone and Joe wasn’t buying his corkiness in fact he didn’t like it, but he didn’t say anything. The car kept rolling, and it felt like they were dri
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Chapter 152: A launch flop
When Joe rounded the corner, the sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks. Mr. Adam was there, sleeves rolled up, fists bloodied. Two men—beaten to a pulp—were slumped against the wall, barely conscious. Mr. Adam’s face was a storm of fury as he grabbed one of them by the collar and hoisted him up, delivering another brutal punch to his ribs. The man cried out, while his companion looked on with fear in his eyes. “Mr. Adam!” Joe shouted, stepping forward. “That’s enough!” Mr. Adam didn’t look up, his chest heaving as he pinned the man against the wall with one arm. “Stay out of this, Joe,” he growled. “I’m not done.” Joe, undeterred, moved closer. “I said enough!Look at them! They’re done. You’re going to kill them if you keep this up.” Mr. Adam finally turned his head toward Joe. “Maybe that’s what they deserve.” Joe stood his ground, his voice was firm as he spoke. “They’re just pawns, Adam. This isn’t going to solve anything.” Mr. Adam released the man, who dropp
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Chapter 151: Launch party
The days leading up to the launch party for Joe’s new corporation were filled with relentless work, late nights, and endless planning. The fact that things had been stable contributed to making Joe’s planning easier. There were no threats, no near misses, and no weird messages. Life, for a brief moment, felt… calm. This made Joe feel relaxed. A day before the launch, Joe and John drove to the new corp’s headquarters to finalize preparations. The building itself was modern and striking—sleek lines of glass and steel that gleamed in the sunlight. As Joe stepped out of the car, his gaze swept across the building, and a rare smile tugged at his lips. John stood beside him, hands in his pockets, and observed Joe’s quiet pride. “You know,” John began, breaking the silence, “your father would be proud.” Joe turned to him, a small laugh escaping. “You think so?” “Yeah,” John said sincerely. “Not just proud, Joe—he’d be impressed. You’re doing something he never could. You’re tur
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Chapter 150: Double attack
The day of John’s mother’s remembrance was quiet and intimate, just as John had wanted. The house was transformed into a warm and welcoming space with simple decorations—a few family photographs, candles, and flowers placed strategically around the living room. Lady Penelope was among the first to arrive, dressed elegantly in a navy blue dress. She greeted John with a tight hug, expressing her condolences. “I told you she was the best of the best.” Lady Penelope said after freeing John from her hug. Her eyes were on Joe, who immediately understood what she was talking about. “Madeline did a good job.” He said. “I’m really happy that things turned out well.” John looked between the two. “I’m lost here.” “Lady Penelope had referred me to the event planner who decorated the house.” Joe said. Without hesitation John thanked Lady Penelope, who waved off his thanks letting him know she was just helping. When John and lady Penelope stepped inside, Joe stood at the entrance, ensurin
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Chapter 149: Stuck on
Joe wandered aimlessly through the house the next day each room feeling more suffocating than the last. He shuffled through the house, aimlessly moving from one room to the next. He felt restless, like he couldn't find a place where he could sit still. His thoughts kept circling back to everything that had happened—his father, the gang, Hannah, the endless pressure. The walls of the house felt like they were closing in on him. As he walked into the study, something caught his eye. Tucked in the corner of the room, almost hidden beneath a pile of books, was a scarf. It was a soft, pale blue fabric. He recognized it immediately as Hannah’s. His heart lurched in his chest. He stood there for a moment, staring at it, and then the weight of it seemed to drop on him. His mind flashed back to all the time they spent together, the conversations, the moments that seemed to matter. But that was over now. He had to let go. "Roland!" Joe called out, his voice rough. Roland appeared almos
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Chapter 147: End me
The day started like any other for Joe, with him arriving at the office early to tackle a packed schedule. He greeted Jeremy, and moved through the lobby, his focus already on the list of meetings he had ahead. But as he approached his office, his steps slowed. Something was out of place—a box sat on the floor right in front of his door. Joe frowned. Packages weren’t unusual, but this one was different. It was unmarked, plain brown, with no indication of where it came from. His instincts kicked in, a chill creeping down his spine. "Jeremy!" he called out in a sharp voice. Jeremy appeared almost instantly, confusion etched on his face. "Yes, Mr. Whitmore?" "What is this?" Joe pointed at the box. Jeremy looked at it, puzzled. "I don’t know. It wasn’t there when I got here." Joe’s unease deepened. "Has anyone checked this? Who delivered it?" "I’ll check with security," Jeremy said quickly, already pulling out his phone. Joe debated waiting but decided against it. He cr
