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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
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 94: Ease your mind
The morning sunlight seeped through the curtains of Joe’s room, promising a peaceful start to the day, but Joe had no intention of getting up. The stress of the previous day still fresh in his mind. He rolled over, burying his face in the pillow, hoping for just a few more hours of sleep. During that moment, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. Groaning, Joe stretched out his hand, grabbed the phone, and squinted at the screen. It was a missed call from Mr. Adam. The sight of the name made him scowl. “Not today,” Joe muttered, tossing the phone aside. He pulled the covers over his head, determined to ignore whatever crisis awaited him. The phone buzzed again, vibrating insistently. Joe ignored it, turning onto his side with a grunt of frustration. A few seconds later, a loud banging noise filled his ears. Someone was pounding on the door. “Who is it?” Joe shouted, his voice muffled by the blankets. “It’s me, Mr. Adam,” came the reply. “Joe, you need to get up now.” Joe groa
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 95: We need to talk
"Get in, Joe!" Hannah said as she stared at him. He had a reluctant look on his face. Joe hesitated, glancing back at his office building. After a moment of a moment of thinking, Joe sighed and opened the door. Hannah smiled triumphantly as Joe buckled himself in. She drove off, the hum of the engine filling the silence. They didn’t go far before Hannah pulled into the parking lot of a small café. She parked and stepped out, gesturing for Joe to follow. Once inside, a waitress greeted them with a cheerful smile and led them to a cozy booth by the window. After taking their orders, Hannah leaned back and gave Joe a pointed look. “You are going to love the scones.” she said. Joe shrugged, looking out the window. “I guess so.” His mind was elsewhere and the last thing he wanted to talk about was the pastry he ordered. Hannah leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands. “You are not thinking about the break in are you?” Joe sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I can
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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
