All Chapters of LEWIS GORDON: RETURN OF THE FORGOTTEN HEIR : Chapter 41
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THROWN OUT, NOT DEFEATED
The securities refused to answer him and dragged him outside the company environment, pushing him through the countless electric and self-propelled cars. They moved almost a mile away, Lewis still forcing out the words between breaths. “Get rid of me!” “Get rid of me!!” They forcefully threw him far from the company grounds. Lewis staggered and turned, and his heart dropped as he saw his mom lying lifelessly on the concrete floor. One of the security guards, Emerson, barked harshly. “Don’t ever step your dirty feet inside this company again!” Lewis, without any sign of fear, lifted his head. His breathing was heavy, blood trickling down his lip, yet his voice carried strong confidence. “This is my father’s empire, and no one can stop me from entering it, not even the officials, talk less of random guards. I assure you… wait for my return!” The guards couldn’t stand the pressure of his words. And knowing they were now outside company premises, no longer in the controlle
PATIENCE BEFORE THE STORM
There was no response, so he pressed the doorbell again. DING-DONG! DING-DONG!! Still, there was no response. The night had already begun creeping in as he watched the screen of the Motorola phone, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. He exhaled quietly and then— KNOCK! KNOCK!! Still no answer. He lifted his head toward the upper floor of the brownstone, where a faint, flickering light pulsed behind the curtains. Several other windows glimmered faintly too, but the entire house remained silent. Then he marched to the smaller door at the side of the building and tried again. KNOCK! KNOCK!! This time he struck the door thunderously, yet still nobody answered. His instincts tightened inside him, telling him Carolina was somewhere inside. He turned to his mother and muttered under his breath. “I’m very sure she’s inside.” His mom eyed the windows, noticing the flashing lights. She then looked back at him. “Yeah, she’s inside. This is not even guessing.” Lewis glance
GREED BLINDS, BUT STRENGTH REVEALS
Carolina looked at him from head to toe without responding to his question. Lewis stepped closer, his voice firm and steady as he asked again. “Where’s your husband? ” She became afraid of the fury etched across Lewis’s face and the unwavering tone in his voice. Finally, she answered, her voice low. “I don’t know, Mr. Man.” Lewis wasn’t looking for Samuel because he missed him, but because he needed to challenge him and take back what belonged to him. For that, he needed Samuel to appear. He shoved his hands into his pockets and asked sharply. “What do you mean you don’t know his whereabouts? Your husband, for that matter. You’re hiding something from me, but as far as I’m concerned, you must spill that secret right in front of me. You think I’m joking? I really mean business.” His mother was deeply amazed at her son’s strong, commanding words, while Carolina could no longer stand the pressure of his voice. She quickly retorted. “What’s your business with his whereab
WARMTH AFTER THE WOUNDS
Carolina calmly turned in his direction, the same deep frown still written all over her face. Lewis took a slow step closer, stopping just a few feet from her, his expression calm but stern. “Can I have the key?” She inhaled sharply, anger flashing through her eyes as she shoved her hand into her designer Gucci handbag. The faint clink of metal echoed as she pulled out the golden keys of the luxurious Brownstone mansion. Without uttering a single word, she placed them in his hand with a stiff, resentful gesture. She turned abruptly, her heels clicking hard against the pavement as she marched toward her Ford Gladiator. She yanked the door open, slid inside, and then— BEEP! BEEP!! Her grip tightened around the steering wheel. She hovered over the steering and drove off into the distance, the roaring engine fading as she disappeared down the street. Lewis watched silently for a moment before turning away. His mother stood beside him, and together they moved majestically tow
WHEN ABSENCE BECOMES EVIDENCE
“An hour to afternoon.” He muttered softly as his mother also raised her eyes toward the huge golden clock. It confirmed his words—it was true. Lewis’s thoughts drifted to his mission: Samuel’s whereabouts. It had been two weeks since his uncle disappeared without a trace. Lewis wanted to take him to court and reclaim what rightfully belonged to him. Still seated on the couch, he briefly considered abandoning the search and going straight to claim his late father’s possessions. But he knew it wouldn’t be as easy as it sounded. Reaching for the remote, he lowered the volume of the Samsung plasma TV before speaking with determination. “I can’t wait for Samuel anymore. I’ll go ahead and claim what belongs to me.” His mother turned toward him, concern evident in her eyes as she responded calmly. “We should investigate his whereabouts first. It’s illegal and would be very difficult to claim his position without his presence.” He paused. He reconsidered and began to strategize
SUSPENSE AND UNCERTAINTY
Mr. Redmond grabbed the Pixel phone and leaned back, watching the footage play, blue light reflecting off his glasses. He observed Nolan and Vince Gordon methodically packing enormous stacks of cash into two suitcases inside a dimly lit storeroom. Their laughter echoed faintly in the recording, almost surreal, contrasting sharply with the sheer magnitude of their crime. Rubbing the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger, his glasses sliding down slightly, he exhaled deeply. “There was a time when this news circulated this county,” he muttered, voice low, almost to himself, “but I didn’t give it the attention it deserved. I assumed, foolishly, that it was another story, blown out of proportion.” He paused, eyes narrowing at the screen. The camera captured every movement, every meticulous detail, making it impossible to dismiss. “And now… I see the truth.” He leaned forward abruptly, the chair creaking, and stared at Lewis and his mother, seeking reactions, needing to ga
PROCEDURAL TENSION
He straightened fully in his chair, the air of hesitation evaporating, and removed his glasses. “Given Samuel Gordon’s current status, this matter must be treated as a temporary procedural suspension, not a criminal advancement.” He raised a hand before either of them could react. “Understand me clearly,” he continued, his voice steady and deliberate. “We are not dismissing the gravity of what has surfaced. But under county protocol, we cannot formally proceed against an individual who has effectively removed himself from this jurisdiction without a confirmed location, verified sighting, or direct point of custody.” His fingers laced together on the desk. “Samuel has not been seen within Brooklyn, nor anywhere else in the county. No immediate warrants can be executed without risking jurisdictional violations or procedural collapse. If we move too aggressively and fail to secure him, everything built so far becomes vulnerable to legal challenge.” He paused, letting the weigh
DISCOVERY AND REVELATION
Which was a tertiary institution bearing his uncle’s name, he turned to his mom, pointed outside the Maybach in disbelief. “What am I seeing? Samuel Gordon University!” His mom followed his gaze through the windshield, her eyes widening as the massive, imposing university filled her vision. Both of them froze, stunned beyond words. She slowly wiped her eyes, blinking repeatedly, yet the boldly written name remained right there in front of the school. Lewis stared in utter disbelief at the investment owned by Samuel, knowing deep down that it was built with his late father’s money. The realization weighed heavily on him, stirring anger and confusion. He needed clarification. Shaking his head, he muttered, “So he’s been using more of Dad’s money for investments. That means there are other ones we don’t even know about.” He watched numerous students walking freely across the premises, backpacks slung over their shoulders, groups chatting and laughing. His voice lowered as anothe
REVEALING SAMUEL GORDON UNIVERSITY
He composed and straightened himself. Then—KNOCK! KNOCK!! He knocked calmly. A moment later, a voice came from inside. “You can come in.” Lewis turned the knob and pushed the door open. A rush of cold air greeted them as they stepped into the office. He entered first, guiding his mother in beside him, then calmly shut the door behind them. Their eyes swept across the luxurious office, the polished surfaces, the faint scent of air freshener, and the soft hum of the air conditioner. They walked forward slowly and took their seats, settling in firmly as the cool breeze washed over them. Lewis offered a polite smile, slipping naturally into the professional tone he had planned and rehearsed, careful not to attract suspicion. “Good afternoon, ma’am.” Mrs. Newton was busy signing documents. She finished the line she was on, lifted her head, and responded evenly. “You’re welcome, gentleman.” Her gaze lingered on Lewis and his mother for a moment, studying them quietly, bef
WHEN SILENCE TURNS INTO A THREAT
Lewis noticed immediately and, without turning his head from the road, spoke calmly. “Mom, please hold on. Let’s reach home first. It’s evening, and I need to stay focused to avoid an accident. Traffic around here is usually crazy at this time.” His mother did as he asked, knowing deep down that he was right. Traffic in Brooklyn was something else entirely—one of the most populated parts of New York State. Lewis kept driving as the road bustled with cars, Ubers weaving between lanes, horns blaring, brake lights glowing red, and streetlights flickering to life. Engines hummed, tires hissed against asphalt, and voices floated in from passing vehicles. Suddenly, the traffic light ahead turned red, forcing everything to a halt. At that moment, the Motorola phone vibrated inside Lewis’s pocket. BEEP! BEEP!! He didn’t bother checking who was calling. His mother glanced at him, curiosity edging into concern, and remarked softly. “The phone is ringing.” Lewis didn’t hear h