All Chapters of THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR: Chapter 511
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CALIBRATION WAR
Carl Bowen sat alone in his private study, the heavy silence wrapped around him like a thick, wet blanket. The lights were dim. He leaned back in his leather chair, staring at the data feeds scrolling across the three floating screens in front of him. The numbers didn’t make sense. Profits were vanishing. Supply lines—once smooth and predictable—had twisted into chaos. His franchise, Bowen Holdings which proved it's resilience for the past few weeks, was unraveling.“This isn’t market fluctuation,” he murmured, rubbing his temples. “This feels like sabotage.”Carl wasn’t the kind of man who gave in to panic. Despite all he had been through, this one was different. The chaos was precise—too precise to be natural.A soft knock came at the door.“Come in,” he said, still watching the data.His cousin and data analyst, Milo Bowen, entered, his eyes were wide and skin pale. He held a portable tablet close to his chest, as if it were carrying a secret that could explode any second.“Mr
CRACK IN THE WALL
The next morning, Carl gathered his inner circle in the lower strategy chamber of the Bowen estate.The chamber, hidden beneath layers of biometric security, was lit by the soft blue glow of interface walls and pulsing data streams. The air buzzed faintly with encrypted signals and low-frequency Veil surveillance dampeners.Around the polished obsidian table sat the people Carl trusted most within his family—his core, his shield.Naphtali Bowen, Carl’s cousin and chief of logistical operations, was sharp-eyed and meticulous, he was known for keeping the family’s supply web intact through storms others couldn’t survive.Carla Bowen, his younger sister and tech strategist, was already immersed in real-time data, her fingers were gliding across a neural pad. She had built half their counter-surveillance tools herself and trusted no one’s code but her own.Milo Bowen, the quiet but brilliant data analyst who first uncovered the breach, sat with the same haunted intensity he’d carried sin
A LINE OF CODE AND A LIE
Carl Bowen didn’t speak immediately. He lowered his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts. Then, with a deep breath, he sat up straighter and looked at each person around the table.“I understand your concerns,” he began slowly. His voice was calm, but there was a firm edge beneath it—an edge only years of leadership and service could sharpen. “Jayden Cole is not an ordinary man. He’s not someone you’ll find listed in public directories or tech magazines. He doesn’t just sit behind a desk in some shining corporate tower.”He paused.“He makes some of his operations in the shadows that is apart from cooperate work. Because he is aware of the fact that real threats come from the shadows too.”Carl let his words sink in. No one interrupted.“He doesn’t belong to any company. He doesn’t answer to any government. He’s not a CEO. He is—how do I put this—a ghost in the digital world. A silent force. But he’s also the reason why this family’s legacy wasn’t erased seven years ago.”This w
BURIED IN CHANNEL 9
The only light in the room came from blue-tinted code streams blinking across a large projection screen.Jayden Cole sat alone.Jayden's back was hunched, his fingers were twitching, his eyes were dry. He hadn’t slept in three days.Stacks of data cores surrounded him—old, battered, some were barely working. His neural HUD pulsed faint blue against the dark glass of the window. Rain slid down the outside like digital tears.The chaos in the outside world wasn’t just economic anymore. It was spreading. Quiet, fast, and full of purpose.Bowen franchise was on the brink of collapse once again. This time it was from the inside, and Jayden could feel it—like a pressure behind his eyes. Not just numbers, but lives. Systems were failing. Supply chains were twisting into knots. Code patterns were warping into something unnatural.His heart beat slowly, almost in rhythm with the cascading red alerts on his display.Jayden’s fingers hovered over a control panel. He ran another sweep across the
REVENANT'S REAL PURPOSE
Jayden knew he was in trouble.But walking away wasn’t an option.Not now.Not after what he saw.The Khybers were no longer just a name whispered in dark markets.They were not just sitting back, they were going all out, they were real, and they were killing people. And they were using Project Revenant to do it.This was a chaos meant for the Bowens alone, but this chaos looked to be spreading farther than just the Bowen territory.Jayden then remembered the terrifying message he had seen on his screen just moments ago:“If you dig too deep, you’ll join Luan Meraz.”His jaw clenched. He stood, cracked his neck, and walked toward the window. Rain still tapped softly on the glass like quiet fingers. The city beyond looked calm. But Jayden knew better.His mind was racing. There had to be more. He believed that there was something he was missing. He turned back to his console and began scanning through old archive feeds, looking for any trace of Revenant.One stream caught his eye.It
REWRITING REALITY
Jayden moved fast through the quiet rain. His neural HUD blinked in his vision as he walked toward an old metro tunnel, with the signal bouncing against the concrete walls.He tapped into his private comms and brought up Carl Bowen’s secure line.The call rang twice.Then Carl’s voice came through, it was low and sharp.“Jayden. You okay?” Said Carl Bowen from the other end.Jayden took a breath. “No. But I found something. This project Revenant is deeper than we thought. It’s not just markets. It’s inside people’s heads now.”There was a pause.Then Carl replied, “Where are you?”“Outside the old city line. Near Sector 12 underpass. Sending you my location now.”Jayden tapped the GPS node on his HUD. It flashed green. Location shared.Carl’s voice came back. “Good. I’m coming to meet you. No chatter on the network. No surveillance drones. We’ll meet off-grid.”“Where?” Jayden asked.Carl gave him a coordinate ping. “The old golf club at Westbrook Ridge. No signal towers for two mile
DO YOU HEAR THAT?
Jayden took a deep breath and stepped back from the broken table.“We need to act now,” he said, his voice was steady. “Project Revenant isn’t just a virus in the system. It’s a seed. And if we don’t stop it now, it will grow into something none of us can control.”Carl nodded slowly, but his hands were clenched at his sides.Jayden knelt and opened his weather-worn bag, pulling out his black nano-core laptop. He flipped it open. The screen blinked to life. His fingers moved quickly, calling up encrypted schematics of the Khyber deployment grid.“If we can isolate their pattern codes,” Jayden continued, “we can trace where they’re embedding these thought loops—how they enter media, training modules, apps, and even kids’ storybooks. But more than that, we need to reverse-engineer the cognitive hooks. Scramble their anchors. Sever the way they cling to neural memory.”Carl watched as Jayden’s screen filled with lines of code and static maps.“We’ll have to map the embeds manually,” Jay
THE KHYBER STRIKE
Jayden stepped away from the shattered table, his boots were crunching lightly over the broken glass and splinters were scattered across the floor. The air felt charged—like something heavy was pressing down on the room.He walked to the center of the broken clubhouse floor, ignoring the flickering lights above. Then, he slowly closed his eyes again.A strange energy moved through the space. It wasn’t electricity. It wasn’t heat. It was… a pattern.“There is a pattern,” Jayden said quietly. “A repeating signal… like it’s echoing inside my skull.”His voice was distant, like he was speaking from somewhere far away.Carl took a cautious step back, his body was tense. His hand moved instinctively to the holster at his hip. “Jayden… are you alright?”But Jayden wasn’t listening anymore.His mind was spinning. Fast.It was as if pieces of his memory were snapping into place—images, sounds, symbols he didn’t even know he remembered. He could feel it now, clearer than ever before.This wa
NO TIME TO DIE
Another blast of bullets tore through the wall behind Carl.POP! POP! POP!One bullet slammed into his right arm, spinning him backward.Another ripped through his leg, just above the knee.Carl screamed and hit the floor hard.“AAARGH!!”Blood soaked Carl Bowen’s jeans in seconds, the fabric darkened quickly as the wound pulsed red. His breath hitched, as it was coming in ragged bursts. He clutched his arm, his fingers were trembling and slick with blood, his face twisted in pain and disbelief.“GAAAHHH!” he groaned, his teeth clenched as another wave of agony surged through him. His body jolted involuntarily, and he slammed his back against the broken base of the pillar. The concrete was cold, but it gave no comfort.His leg was worse.The bullet had ripped through clean—no exit wound. Blood poured freely, pooling beneath him.“Carl!” Jayden shouted, crawling toward him under a cloud of smoke and dust. Another burst from the drone rattled the ceiling tiles and blew sparks from a
ONE MORE STEP
Jayden didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Every ounce of his focus, every straining muscle, was dedicated to one singular, desperate goal: survival. He just kept moving, his powerful frame kept dragging Carl across the charred remains of what used to be an elegant golf club.The air was thick and heavy, it was a choking blend of scorched turf, smoldering wood, and the bitter tang of burned synthetic materials. The once pristine fairways were now jagged ruins, littered with splintered golf carts and twisted flagpoles.His lungs burned with each shallow breath, but his eyes, though stinging from the smoke and grit, remained stubbornly locked on their only hope—the back exit, a faint, almost illusory rectangle of less oppressive darkness in the crumbling wall ahead. It was a beacon, however dim, promising escape from the inferno behind them.Another brutal round of gunfire cracked through the night, a harsh, metallic symphony of destruction that echoed off the skeletal remains of the collap