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The rise of the lost heir Chapter 80: Mr. Adam
Joe pushed the front door open, stepping into his dimly lit living room. He barely noticed the faint glow of the table lamp until he saw John sitting on the couch, waiting for him. “You’re late,” John said. His voice was high-pitched at first, then dropped. “How did it go?” Joe sighed heavily, tossing his keys on the nearby table. “It was bad. Timothy couldn’t do what I wanted him to do.” John immediately sat forward, his expression darkening. “This is exactly why you should’ve let me come with you, Joe! If I’d been there, I could’ve helped.” Joe held up a hand. He wasn’t in the mood to start an argument with John and he made it clear. “John, I’m not in the mood for this. Not tonight.” He turned toward the staircase, ready to head upstairs. “I didn’t mean to start up anything,” John said, standing on their feet, trying to catch up with Joe. “I only said what I said because it’s the truth.” Joe stopped at the base of the stairs, his shoulders stiff. He knew John was right.
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 81: A Glimpse of Rosie.
When Joe arrived at Hannah’s house, he was greeted by a few cars parked outside. He was a bit worried. He had never see this much car parked outside. He slammed his door shut, hurrying down the lawn that a gardener was trimming. He was about to ask questions when he saw the door fly open, and a lot of men seemed to be filing out of the house. “What’s going on here?” Joe muttered. He increased his stride and soon noticed that Hannah was standing between the group of men. “That’s alright for today.” Joe heard her say as he got closer. “Thank you, gentlemen.” She added, and they nodded, heading to their cars. It was at that moment that Hannah spotted Joe. “It’s about time.” She said, offering him a smile. “What’s going on here?” Joe asked. He was filled with curiosity. “Some of the auditing team from one of my father’s companies came over,” Hannah said. “They had certain business to discuss.” “They look like hitmen.” Joe pointed out, and Hannah shook her head. “Don’t be silly,
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 82: Resort
Joe followed Rosie a few steps away from her friends, their murmurs fading into the background. Rosie stopped abruptly, crossing her arms and glaring at him. "What do you want, Joe? You already ruined my evening."Joe ignored her irritation, cutting straight to the point. "Did you know that Aaron is blaming your father for the threats he’s been getting?"Rosie’s eyes narrowed. “That scumbag,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head. She glanced around before leaning in slightly, her voice lowering. “Of course, he’d try to pull something like that. You know what? The police came to raid our house because of his claims. Do you know how humiliating that was?”Joe raised an eyebrow. " I know. What I’m more concerned about is what the police found.”Rosie huffed, rolling her eyes."They came across a bunch of letters in my father’s study. They even brought some man with them—some big shot or whatever—and thanks to him, my father didn’t get arrested." She crossed her arms tighte
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 83: cryptic message
“This is crazy,” Hannah’s voice broke Joe’s thoughts gaining his attention. “What are you going to do about it?” Joe shook his head. “I don’t know yet but I have this feeling this might be the break I need.”“Maybe meeting this person may not be that bad.” Joe added.Hannah looked at him with a firm gaze. “Joe, I don’t think it’s a good idea to meet this person. It could be a setup.” Joe leaned back, he shot her a thoughtful gaze. “It’s risky, I know. But the message says they know who’s working for Aaron. What if they can really help me?” “And what if they’re luring you into a trap?” Hannah shot back, her voice rising slightly. “I don’t think you should go.” “I’ll take Timothy with me,” Joe said, trying to sound reassuring. “Timothy? That dumbo?” Hannah exclaimed. Joe gave her a sharp look. “Hey, that’s my friend.” Hannah sighed and softened her tone. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think taking Timothy is the answer. In fact, I don’t think you should go at all. I don’t want an
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 84: Surprise surprise
“I’m here. “ Joe texted the unknown number announcing his arrival. “Where are you?”The reply came almost instantly: “Walk forward. You’ll see a small home. Enter.”Joe glanced around. There wasn’t much to see in the dim moonlight, but after taking a few steps forward his eyes soon settled on the outline of a small cottage a short distance away. The place looked deserted , the kind of house where no sane person would live. “This better be worth it,” Joe muttered to himself as increased his steps. He approached the cottage cautiously, his shoes crunching against the gravel. The door was ajar, and the faint glow of a dim light bulb spilled out into the night. As he stepped inside, the door creaked ominously, the sound making him flinch. “Come forward,” a bold, deep voice instructed from somewhere within the shadows. Joe froze. The voice was commanding, and the darkness beyond the dim bulb made it impossible to see anything clearly. “Who are you?” Joe demanded, his voice sound
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 85: I’ll kill you
Joe kept a safe distance, careful not to let Aaron spot him as he followed him through the dark, winding streets. He had been tracking Aaron for what felt like hours, and his patience was wearing thin, but the tension in his chest was only getting worse. Aaron had led him to a secluded part of town, far from the places Joe knew. As he followed Aaron, Joe came to a stop at a building on the outskirts of town. From a distance, it appeared abandoned, its cracked windows and peeling paint offering a silent warning. But as Joe moved closer, he realized he’d been wrong. The place wasn’t abandoned at all. There was activity inside—men moving in and out of the building, their figures disappearing into the shadows. Joe stayed hidden behind the cover of a nearby wall, crouching low to avoid detection. He could hear muffled voices, but there was no way to tell what was going on. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he forced himself to stay calm. He had to keep track of Aaron. He co
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 86: Another envelope
Joe stared at Hannah as she stood across the room, jotter in hand, her intense gaze fixed on him. “Victor is our main target,” she said firmly, her tone unyielding. Joe leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. “You think Victor is the key to all of this? What about Aaron? He’s the one making all these moves, stirring the pot. We get Aaron captured, beat some answers out of him, and—” “That’s not happening,” Hannah interjected sharply. She lowered the jotter, taking a step closer to him. “Getting Aaron would be too difficult. He’s slippery, Joe. He knows how to avoid trouble. Victor, on the other hand, is someone we can crack. He’s not as loyal as he pretends to be.” Joe sighed, clearly unconvinced. “Aaron isn’t smart, Hannah. He’s reckless and easy to bait. Victor, though? He’s too calculated. That makes him harder to pin down.” The room fell into contemplative silence as they wrestled with their thoughts. Suddenly, Hannah spoke again. “How are you going to get to Aaron,
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 87: spilling secrets
Joe pulled into the same location that Puck had once brought him to. It was evening, and he had left the office in a hurry.He didn’t believe that he would ever come back here but here he was.He parked the car and stared out at the building ahead, recalling the moment he opened the envelope and saw Victor’s name scrawled across the message. The shock of the invitation still lingered on Joe’s mind. He couldn’t believe Victor wanted to meet. Joe couldn’t decide if this was an opportunity or a trap. He stepped out of the car, his boots crunching against the gravel, and immediately spotted Victor leaning casually against the wall of the building, his silhouette illuminated by the faint glow of a single, flickering bulb above the doorway. Victor appeared calm, though Joe knew better than to trust appearances.Victor straightened up as Joe approached, flashing a thin smile. “Surprised you actually showed up.”Joe stopped a few feet away, keeping his guard up. “I could say the same to y
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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
