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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
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 88: The box
The evening light streamed through the half-opened blinds of Joe’s study, casting long shadows over the cluttered desk. Joe stood in the middle of the room, a furrow etched into his brow as he waved a piece of paper in the air. Timothy paced near the bookshelf, visibly agitated. “Your father was involved with a gang!” Timothy yelled, his voice echoing through the room. Joe looked up from the papers he had been rifling through. His expression was calm, but his voice displayed a different emotion. “I’m as shocked as you are, Timothy,” he replied. “Victor called them the Sanchez gang.” “How are you so sure he’s not lying to you?” Timothy demanded, with his arms crossed. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to find out,” Joe said. “Victor said if I dig through my father’s things, I’ll find clues—something that proves what he’s saying is true.” Timothy paused his pacing, leaning against the desk. “And how exactly does Victor know about all this?” Joe sighed and placed the paper back
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 89: Awkward situation
“6-2-6-5,” Timothy yelled, throwing his hands in the air, but the joy in his voice slipped away the moment he saw that the box wasn’t opened yet.“Fuck this!” He muttered to himself, but his words had caught Joe’s attention.“Let me have a go!” Joe said, leaning forward.The night had slipped away quietly, unnoticed by the trio. Joe, Timothy, and John had spent hours trying to crack the code of the box they found. But despite the numerous numbers they tried, nothing seemed to unlock the box.Timothy, who had been absent-mindedly tapping his fingers on the edge of the desk, suddenly jolted upright. He glanced at his watch and let out a frustrated exhale.“I have a date,” Timothy announced as he stood up from his chair.Joe turned toward him, surprised. “A date?” He couldn’t believe the timing.“Yeah, man,” Timothy replied. “I’m sorry, but I have to leave.” He gathered his things, still looking regretful, but his expression soon softened with a smirk. “Thanks for letting me help out,
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 90: Mr Leon’s party
Joe and Hannah arrived at Mr. Leon’s sprawling estate, the driveway filled with luxury cars that gleamed under the soft glow of outdoor lanterns.“This looks more than a child’s party.” Hannah said as the car eased into the driveway.“Mr Leon went all out.” Joe added as he turned off his engine. He stepped out of the car, helping Hannah down. She gave him a soft smile, her elegance drawing a few glances from other guests as they walked up the steps together.At the door, they were greeted warmly by Mr. Leon himself. He was dressed casually and this was the first time Joe had seen him in something other than his usual suit. As Mr Leon’s eyes fell on Hannah, they widened slightly in surprise. “Joe!” Mr. Leon exclaimed, his voice booming with enthusiasm. “You didn’t tell me you and Miss O’Neil know each other?”“Do I see wedding bells in the nearest future?” Mr Leon added.Joe chuckled, his face slightly flushed. He shrugged casually, replying, “No, sir, we’re just friends.”Mr. Leon
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 91: Chasing Hannah
Joe kept glancing sideways at Hannah slumped in the passenger seat. He hadn’t started the engine. His gaze remained on Hannah , and as he stared at her, he noticed her cheek were rested against the cool glass of the window, and she looked utterly vulnerable in that moment, like someone who carried the weight of too many sleepless nights. Then gathering his words Joe spoke up. “I think it’s better for you to go home.” Joe said. “In this drunk state, the comfort of your bed seems to be—“ He was cut short as he heard her mumble. “I’m not drunk, Joe. Stop saying that. I know exactly what I’m doing.” Hannah spoke up. “You don’t,” Joe replied. He tried not to sound too firm as he spoke. “You don’t even realize what you’re saying right now.” Hannah lifted her head and turned to him, her eyes glassy. “I know I don’t want to be alone tonight. Please, Joe. Don’t leave me.” Her words hit him harder than he expected. He opened his mouth to argue, but the look on her face stopped him an
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 92: A lifeline
Hannah threw her hands up in the air, her voice picking up as it echoed through the quiet room. “I cracked the code!” she yelled, spinning around in triumph like a child who’d just won a game. “Did you see that, Joe? I crackedit!”Joe sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yes, Hannah, I saw it. Now, can you calm down? Please?” He stepped forward, gently taking the box from her hands. “Let me take a look at what’s inside before you accidentally break something.”Hannah didn’t seem to hear him. She continued running around the room, waving her arms and laughing. “I can’t believe it! Me! I did it! Joe, admit it—you’re impressed.”Joe set the box on the desk and turned to look at her. “Alright, fine. You cracked the code. Congratulations. Now, can we focus?”Just as he was about to sift through the contents of the box, the sound of the front door opening reached them. A moment later, John appeared in the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene: Hannah practically bouncing
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 93: Not without a fight.
Joe didn’t head home after dropping off Hannah. His mind churned with frustration and questions as he drove. Without hesitation, he directed his car toward Victor’s location. It was late, but Joe didn’t care. He needed to speak to him. When Joe arrived, he noticed some figures were standing outside. He first thought it was victor’s men. To his surprise, he realized one of the figure happened to Victor. When Joe leaned forward he realized those other men looked nothing like victor’s men. Joe strained to hear what they were saying but couldn’t make out their conversation. He waited, patience wearing thin, until Victor’s visitors finally left, their black sedan disappearing into the night. Joe stepped out of his car and walked toward Victor. As Victor turned, he froze upon seeing Joe. A wry smile crept onto his face seconds later. “What are you doing here, Whitmore? I wasn’t expecting your visit.” “I know you’re not lying,” Joe said bluntly, stepping closer. “I saw the documen
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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
