Legacy Inheritance System: Revenge of The True Heir

The First Order

The private elevator came to a smooth stop with a soft chime.

Warm lighting reflected off polished marble floors, while handcrafted walnut panels lined the walls. A crystal chandelier hung above the entrance, casting a gentle glow over the spacious living area beyond. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the entire suite, offering a breathtaking view of the city's glittering skyline. A grand piano occupied one corner of the room, and beyond it lay a private office, a formal dining room, a fully equipped kitchen, and several elegantly furnished bedrooms.

It was less a hotel suite than a luxurious penthouse.

Hayes stepped aside with a respectful smile.

"Welcome to the Presidential Suite, Mr. Bolt. If there's anything you require, simply let us know."

Raiden's eyes barely lingered on the room.  Instead, he turned around immediately.

"Mr. Hayes."

Hayes sensed the urgency in his voice.

"Yes, sir?"

"I need your help finding someone."

Hayes nodded without hesitation.

"Of course."

Raiden unlocked his phone and opened a photograph before handing it over. The picture showed a middle-aged man with a calm expression, dressed in a simple black suit.

"His name is Gerard Hood. He has worked for my family for many years."

Hayes studied the photograph carefully.

"What happened to him?"

"He was with me when we were attacked."

Raiden's voice remained calm, but there was an unmistakable heaviness beneath it.

"He was seriously injured. When I regained consciousness, he was gone."

Hayes looked back at the photograph.

"Have you been able to reach him?"

"I've called him more times than I can count."

Raiden held up his phone.

"His phone has been unreachable every single time."

Hayes returned the phone.

"Then we shouldn't waste any more time. I'll have our security department circulate his photograph immediately. We maintain direct contacts with hospitals, emergency responders, and several private security firms throughout the city. We'll also ask whether any unidentified patients matching his description have been admitted."

Raiden nodded.

"Thank you."

Hayes was already reaching for his own phone when Raiden spoke again.

"One more thing. If your security team can obtain access to nearby traffic cameras, check those as well. I don't care where the trail leads. I just want Gerard found."

"You have my word, Mr. Bolt. We'll begin immediately."

As Hayes stepped outside to make arrangements, Raiden scrolled through his contacts until he found another familiar number.

The line connected after several rings.

"Mr. Bolt?"

The investigator sounded surprised to hear from him. Before Raiden could speak, the man continued apologetically.

"I've already explained my position. I'm sorry, but I can't continue investigating your parents' deaths. The people involved are far beyond what I can handle."

Raiden closed his eyes briefly.

"I'm not calling about my parents. I'm calling about Gerard Hood."

The investigator fell silent.

"He disappeared after Johny Randal's men attacked us. He was badly injured. I need someone to find him. I know you have contacts that ordinary people don't."

The investigator exhaled slowly.

"So this isn't related to the Bolt case?"

"No. I just want Gerard back. And I'll pay whatever your usual f*e is."

Another moment of silence followed. Finally, the investigator spoke.

"All right. I'll take this job. If Gerard Hood is still in the city, we'll find him."

A weight Raiden hadn't realized he was carrying eased ever so slightly.

"Thank you."

"I'll update you the moment I learn anything," the investigator said.

The call ended. Raiden lowered the phone and remained standing in the middle of the suite.

His thoughts drifted back to the warehouse. He remembered Gerard shielding him despite being outnumbered.

He remembered the old man forcing himself back to his feet after every blow, only to be knocked down again. And the last thing Raiden had seen before losing consciousness, Gerard crawling toward him through a pool of blood.

For years, while illness had confined him to a wheelchair, almost everyone had abandoned him. Only Gerard had remained his friend. It was genuine, Raiden can tell.

Now that Raiden finally regain a bit of wealth and influence, he refused to let the one person who had never abandoned him simply vanish.

A knock sounded on the door. Hayes stepped back inside.

"Our teams have already begun searching, Mr. Bolt. I've also instructed the concierge to notify me immediately if we receive any information."

Raiden inclined his head.

"I appreciate it."

Hayes noticed the dried blood covering Raiden's clothes and the cuts that still marked his face.

"If you'll allow me, sir... I'll have fresh clothes prepared while you take a shower."

Raiden glanced down at himself. Only then did he realize he was still wearing the same torn clothes from the warehouse. The dried blood had hardened against the fabric.

He let out a quiet breath.

"Please do. Get me some clothes for maybe a week. As well as shoes, jackets, everything…"

Hayes bowed respectfully.

"I'll return shortly."

After the door closed once again, Raiden slowly walked toward the bathroom. The search for Gerard was no longer in his hands alone.

For now, all he could do was wait.