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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.
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 74: A Different Approach
Hannah leaned back on the couch, her plate balanced on her lap as she took another bite of the food Joe had brought. She looked up at Joe, her eyes warm with gratitude. “Thank you for bringing this over. You remembered everything I love.” This was the second time she had thanked him, and she didn’t mind. Joe smiled faintly, leaning against the arm of the couch. “Of course I did. I know how much you needed a good meal after everything.” Hannah laughed softly and shook her head. “You’re spoiling me, you know.” “You deserve it,” Joe replied. As she dug into her food, Hannah looked up at Joe with a curious expression. “How’s John doing?” Joe hesitated for a moment before answering. “He’s fine,” he said, keeping his tone light. “Stubborn as ever, trying to convince me he’s ready to jump back into the action.” “I understand how he feels. I kind of feel the same. It’s weird sitting indoors all day,” Hannah said with a smile, though her tone said otherwise. “I think it’s fun to stay
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 75: The Familiar Car
“You know,” Joe continued, “since Aaron’s in jail, his parents are probably going to want to meet with me—see if we can discuss terms on how to drop the charges. They’ve got to be feeling the pressure of their son being locked up.” He glanced over at Hannah. “What if we make it look like we’re going there to discuss terms, give them a reason to let us in?” Joe glanced at Hannah beside him. Her expression was focused, but there was a flicker of excitement in her eyes.“That’s a brilliant angle, Joe. It gives us a reason to be there and won’t raise any suspicion.”Joe nodded, his mind already formulating the next part of the plan. “Exactly. While we’re discussing terms, I can excuse myself and wander into the house, looking around for anything suspicious. If we’re lucky, I’ll find something we can use.”Hannah grinned, obviously pleased with the idea. “I like the way you think.”Joe looked at her, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I know. I’m pretty good at this.”She playfully rolled her
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 76: A deal with Mr white
The tension in the room was thick as Joe locked eyes with the man who happened to have acknowledged his presence. The man’s face darkened the moment he spotted Joe, his features twisting with anger.Without hesitation, his voice rang out,“What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded, his tone loud enough to silence any whispers in the grand hall.Joe kept his composure, straightening his shoulders. He couldn’t believe this was the same man who made him feel less of himself. Joe couldn’t help but see him as an ordinary being.“Didn’t you hear me?” The sound of the man’s voice caught his attention, and he turned to look at the man, who happened to be staring at him furiously.“What are you doing here?” The man asked again.“I’m not here for you, James. I came to speak with Mr. White.” Joe replied calmly.James’s face highlighted further in rage, and he jabbed a finger toward Mr. White. “Mr. White, this is the bastard who put your son in jail! And if that wasn’t enough, he’s the same
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 77: Recovering the Truth
“What do you think of the offer?” Hannah asked, her gaze not leaving Mr White.Mr White was quiet, and at first, Joe was scared. He thought he wasn’t going to agree to their demands, and he was going to change his mind.Joe tried not to think of things heading in that direction. He hasn’t even gotten the chance to do what he came for.“Mr. White?” He heard Hannah call out and, at that moment, placed his gaze on Mr. White.“It’s a nice offer, " Mr. White finally said. But I need a guarantee, at least something that would make me trust you.”Hannah, who was two steps ahead, leaned forward. “I knew you would say this. I will have a signed document sent to you to back up our words.”Mr. White, whose face has been expressionless for a while, flashed a smile their way.“That can work.” He said. Joe saw this as an opportunity to flee and do what he came for. He stood up and turned toward Mr. White. "Mr. White, I’ll be right back. Just need to use the bathroom.""Down the hall to the left. I
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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
