All Chapters of THE RETURN OF THE HIDDEN HEIR : Chapter 111
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Chapter 111: Strikes in Corporate Grounds
Dominic Santiago walked in with his usual calm authority. He wore an unreadable expression, and his presence instantly shifted the atmosphere in the room.A hush fell. Some of the board members instinctively began to slide from their seats to welcome one of the wealthiest and influential business tycoons in the city.But Dominic lifted a hand slightly."There's not a need for that," he said smoothly. "I'm merely a partner here."A brief silence lingered after Dominic's words. But it didn't last. One of the younger board members rose almost immediately, adjusting his suit as he stepped forward with a respectful smile. "It is truly an honor to have you here, Mr. Santiago," he said warmly as he extended his hand. Dominic regarded him for a second, then accepted the handshake with a polite nod. That single action broke whatever restraint the other board members had built. "Your presence truly elevated this meeting." "We've heard a great deal about your great work in Blacksite Ops."
Chapter 112: Strikes in the Corporate Grouds
The financial secretary stood up first, adjusting his glasses as he opened a file. He began with the monthly account. With a steady voice, he outlined the figures–profit margins, operational costs, and net gains for the month. "This month," he said, "we have recorded quite a notable increase in profit compared to the previous quarter." A subtle ripple of interest passed through the room. "Yes, and the added policies implemented last month have played a significant role in this improvement." He paused, shooting a glance at Ma Lorenzo before adjusting his glasses. "In fact, I must add that the Lorenzo Group made more net profit this month than all the months of the previous quarter combined." A round of applause followed this. Just then, Ivy glanced sideways at Derrick. Her expression softened slightly, but she said nothing.She knew all the new policies came from his ideas, and the profit wouldn't have been made without it. "That's quite impressive," Ma Lorenzo said just as the
Chapter 113: Ride or Die
Moses stepped out of the hospital building, Vivian's final words to him still lingering in his ears. "Don't get into trouble while I'm rooted here." He smiled when she said it. He even promised her he'd be far away from it as much as he could. But deep down, he knew Vincent Maguire won't let him keep cool. The mission ahead was going to be against his family. Vincent didn't have to spill out the words for him to know. It was surely going to be dangerous, but Moses would do anything against the Lorenzos, even if it meant going against his promises to Vivian.He exhaled and flagged down a taxi. "Where to, sir?" the driver asked. "Primehill bar," Moses replied. "Got it." The ride was quiet, letting Moses' mind drift to the strange woman. He realised he still didn't know her name. "Damn," he muttered under his breath, rubbing his forehead. Why did it even matter, he thought afterwards. He sure didn't care about her. "Here," the driver said as he pulled over. Moses paid and st
Chapter 114: A Disastrous Shift
Silence settled over the boardroom of the Lorenzo Group as every eye was fixed on the projector screen. The pie chart glowed brightly against the dim lights, its colored segments neatly divided. They represented the various private shares allocated to investors of the Lorenzo Group. Derrick studied it carefully. Nothing had changed at all. The Lorenzo family still held the dominant share, while the smaller stakeholders remained exactly where they had been since the previous month. Even Mr. Elvis' portion was as modest as ever–almost insignificant. Derrick's eyes narrowed slightly. What game was Mr. Elvis playing? Was he as crazy as he actually looked? He lowered his gaze briefly to his phone, checking the shares allocation app one more time. Then he lifted his gaze back to the projector screen. Everything was still the same. A faint crease appeared between his brows. "This is a joke," Ivy said as she pushed her chair backward and got to her feet. All eyes turned to her, and
Chapter 115: Maguire's Might
Moses' eyes remained fixed on the SUV as the door opened and a man stepped out. He was on black suit and dark shades."Get in," he said.Moses held his gaze for a second longer, then he walked forward and slipped into the vehicle without a word. The man got back in, and the door shut behind him with a dull, final thud.The SUV pulled away afterward.For a while, not a word was said as the city rolled past them in blurred motion. Buildings, people and noise all reduced to distant irrelevance behind tinted glasses.Finally, the driver spoke. "The boss of the syndicate dogs requested your presence." The boss of the syndicate dogs. Moses scoffed.What a brilliant way to describe Vincent Maguire. It was actually ridiculous that Vincent hadn't publicly denied or accepted that he was the leader of the most notorious groups in the city. But those in the inner circle–the police not excluded–knew that the biggest philanthropist in the city was also the mastermind behind the activities of the
Chapter 116: A Mastermind at Two Games?
Moses' laughter was way beyond ordinary. He laughed like one who had just been told the most absurd joke of his life. It burst out of him, echoing across the grand office hall. Indeed, this was the first time he was being so free around Vincent Maguire. And he made it count with his long, wild laughter. Vincent made no effort to interrupt him. There was even a faint smile resting on his lips. It was calm, patient, and slightly amused. Moses caught the smile mid-laughter, and it only made things worse. He laughed harder, his hand coming up as if to steady himself. "Own...the Lorenzo Group?" he managed between breaths. "Me?" Yes, his laughter rolled again. It was raw and unbelievable. "Look, I know you were planning something," he continued, shaking his head as he tried to contain himself. "I knew you'd pitch me against the Lorenzos eventually, and I'm so willing to be part of the plan. But this?" He let out a short laugh. "Sorry to say, but this is beyond you." Vincent's smile
Chapter 117: Lines Drawn In Motion
Derrick frowned a little, shaking his head immediately. "Of course not. I had no idea this would happen." He ran a hand through his hair. "And boy, I still don't know who planted the bomb in my car the other night." Dominic's gaze hardened slightly. "All signs point to the ones who'd tried to harm Ivy more than once." The Maguires. Derrick held his eyes for a long moment. Then he slowly shook his head. "Yeah it does," he said. "That's just the logical conclusion, as Ivy was with me that night." He paused, then added a bit hesitantly. "But...what if Ivy wasn't the target? What if–" The sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway interrupted him. Both men turned to see Ma Lorenzo's secretary approaching.Lucy came down the hallway at a pace that bordered on a run. Her heels clicked sharply against the polished floors with an urgency she couldn't quite mask. But the very moment her eyes caught Derrick standing ahead, she slowed.It wasn't an abrupt one. Her shoulders first relaxe
Chapter 118: Smiles Behind Glass
High above the bustling streets of the city, Vincent stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, hands tucked neatly behind his back. From that height, the city looked almost insignificant. Tiny cars weaved through lanes, people reduced to fleeting shadows. But Vincent's gaze was precise and unwavering. He could see Moses clearly. He watched as Moses stood just outside the gates, and how he stepped into a waiting taxi. Even from that distance, Vincent could tell the careless confidence in the way he moved. He was clearly drunk on the possibility of him becoming the owner of the Lorenzo Group. Vincent's lips curved slowly. That was exactly how he wanted Moses to feel. He turned away from the glass and reached for his phone. He dialed once, the line connecting almost immediately."Father," Vincent said calmly, his voice smooth and controlled. "The deal is done." There was the briefest pause on the other end before a voice responded. "That's good, son." Christopher di
Chapter 119: Following Shadows
Dominic's Ferrari cut through the traffic like a blade. Derrick sat in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed ahead but unfocused. His mind was caught between his resolve to avenge the death of his family, and a present resolve to restore the Lorenzo company back to its rightful hands. Beside him, Dominic drove silently. Neither of them spoke until the car slowed. The towering stricture of Blacksite Ops soon came into view, and Dominic pulled into the private entrance. The gates slid open, and moments later, the engine died. Without wasting time, they stepped out and moved inside, not stopping until they got to Dominic's office. Just as the door shut behind them, Derrick exhaled deeply and dropped into one of the chairs. He leaned back, shutting his eyes for a moment as if trying to gather his thoughts. Dominic walked toward a sleek cabinet and pulled out a bottle. Two glasses followed. "With all the plans set by your mentor," Dominic said as he poured, "you were supposed to assum
Chapter 120: Silent Traces
The screen glowed brighter and the room fell into heavy silence. Derrick stood with his arms folded across his chest, his gaze fixed intently on the projection. The image of the SUV rotated slowly, its structure rendered in crisp detail as the system began its work.Lines of data soon flickered across the edges of the screen.Names of blacklisted organizations appeared, each one ordered perfectly under an encrypted file.Blacksite's novel scanning device tore through each of the databases. It broke into private security firms and underground syndicates, through rogue intelligence cells, and every known criminal network that operated within New York city.Dominic stood behind his desk, one hand resting against its edge. His jaw tightened as his eyes followed the progress.A soft and quick mechanical hum filled the room as the first result appeared.It wasn't a match.Derrick's brows furrowed slightly.The scanner moved to another database. It was still no match."Damn it," Dominic mut