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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
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 96: Distraction
Joe had led Mr Leon to his office. Mr Leon sat across from Joe. Mr Leon’s expression was solemn as he leaned back in the leather chair. The silence between them stretched for a moment before he broke it. "I heard about what happened," he began. "I’m truly sorry you had to go through all of this." Joe sat in the plush armchair, his hands steepled in front of his face. "The media does spread news fast, doesn’t it?" Joe replied. Mr. Leon let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "That's how things work around here, Joe. News gets out quicker than you can blink." He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "But hey, listen... why don’t you come with me? My boys and I are playing poker tonight. It’ll help you clear your mind." Joe was about to decline when the thought struck him: this could be the perfect opportunity. He could keep help Victor get his top clients perhaps, just perhaps, find a way to use this to his advantage. He needed Victor's help, and if he played his cards rig
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 97: Grounded
Joe stepped out of the cab, the bright neon lights of the club glaring against the night sky. As he stumbled forward, Timothy appeared, leaning casually against the wall near the door. “Joe!” Timothy called, grinning as he walked over. “You actually made it. And, uh, are you high?” Joe smirked, as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, maybe a little.” Timothy let out a laugh, patting Joe on the shoulder. “Man, I like this version of you. Relaxed, unfiltered. Come on, let’s head inside. Tonight’s about letting loose.” The two stepped into the club. The music was deafening. Multicolored lights danced across the room, illuminating the crowd of dancers. Timothy grabbed Joe by the arm, pulling him toward the dance floor. “Come on, man!” Timothy shouted over the music. “Let’s dance!” Joe hesitated for a moment, but the haze of the night loosened his inhibitions. Before long, he found himself in the middle of the floor, moving to the beat with Timothy by his side. “This i
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 98: Be Careful
Joe stirred awake and as he tried to pull himself his head throbbed slightly. He blinked a few times, taking in his surroundings. The room was unfamiliar. Definitely not his apartment. He groaned, running a hand through his messy hair as the events of the previous night played in his mind. He remembered Mr Leon, Timothy, the club, and the buzz of the night, but he couldn’t remember his he got here.The sound of running water stopped, and before Joe could sit up, the bathroom door swung open. Out stepped Hannah, wrapped in a white towel, her skin glistening from the steam of the shower. Her damp hair was tied back into a loose bun."Well, look who’s awake," she said, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Morning, sunshine. How’s your head?"Joe rubbed his temples and winced. "Feels like a construction site up there," he muttered, then glanced around the room. "What happened last night, how did u get here?"“You don’t remember!” Hannah said shocked. “Not a thing.”Hannah smirked.
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 99: The departure
Joe parked his car in front of the station, the morning sun glaring off the sleek surface. He rubbed his temples, as he stepped into the station, the familiar buzz of police chatter filled the air. Chief Ken was waiting for him near his office, a serious expression etched on his face. "Joe," Chief Ken greeted, gesturing for him to follow him into the office. "Thanks for coming in." Joe folded his arms as soon as the door shut behind them. "This better be relevant and accurate information, Ken. I don’t have time for wild goose chases." Ken raised an eyebrow trying to maintain a calm demeanor. "I understand your frustration, but this is significant. It relates to the first break-in." Joe leaned against the desk, his interest piqued. "The first break-in? Go on." Ken sat down and slid a file across the desk toward Joe. "After digging into the company’s records and cross-referencing with our investigations, we discovered something interesting. The van used in the first break-in
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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
