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THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 160
"Why so soon? Weren't you supposed to be picked up tomorrow?" That question greeted Andrew as soon as he entered the car driven by Jeremiah and Nick. "Well, it was originally like that. But, a lot of things happened, so I had to cancel the plan." "Surely because of Erica?" Jeremiah turned to Andrew with a warm smile. "Yeah, you know it. There's no one else who can thwart my plans, except my own sister." Jeremiah patted Andrew's knee and said, "Don't worry; the important thing is that you're with us, and all your problems are resolved. Now, it's time for us to have fun. When you called me earlier, we had just welcomed the dancers who will entertain us tonight." Laughter from Jeremiah and Nick made Andrew cover his face with both hands. "Why is it that all of you who have been with William always have the same taste? I mean, anywhere on this planet, can't you just, for once, not hire entertainment women? Will your bodies fall apart if you don't see their ordinary dances?" "Calm dow
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 161
The noise from the music started to be heard. Andrew, who was sleeping, woke up, and he saw that the clock showed eight o'clock in the evening. It was still too early to start a party."Ah, how annoying. I was so excited to sleep until tomorrow morning. But, I just fell asleep at five in the evening, and now I'm awake."Andrew's grumbling didn't calm him down. Just when he wanted to try to close his eyes again, another disturbance came. This time, it was Ivanka playing music on her phone."If I don't answer, I'll turn into a lion again when I return from Turkey. We might end our relationship if we fight again. I better answer."Ivanka's soft voice greeted Andrew as he pressed the answer button. Her voice was almost inaudible because she spoke so softly."Why are you whispering? Are you with another man?""It seems calling you wasn't a good idea. I'm just making you miss me even more. I welcome you with all my heart, and you casually say I'm with another man. You're crazy."Ivanka's sl
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 162
The woman grinned and raised both hands. The knife she was holding fell, her feet didn't stay still, she kicked the knife towards Andrew. "Use that knife, because I don't think I need that thing. I will kill you with my own hands." The woman laughed out loud, accompanied by the sound of the music getting louder. As if she didn't care about Andrew's bluff, she instead somersaulted forward and intended to pin Andrew down with both legs. Unfortunately, Andrew was able to dodge it, brushing her two smooth legs away until he fell to the floor. "That's fine with your moves, it turns out you're a fighter. I thought you were just a cheap whore who was brainwashed by your master to kill me." Andrew used his strength to make the body of the sexy woman in front of him not move. The woman writhed like a snake, asking for help because pain began to spread throughout her body. "Let me go! You think, by holding me, we'll all stop? You're very wrong, you fool! It's best not to be careless!" "Did
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 163
The excitement at Nick's house came to a halt at exactly 2 AM. Andrew, who was sitting by the door, immediately called Jeremiah."Hello, the man who claimed he would sleep but ended up not sleeping, what do you want? The party is over. You should come downstairs and help me deal with Nick, who's lying on the table, covered in marks from wine, whiskey, or whatever drinks the dancers poured on him," Nick said cheerfully."Okay, I'll come down now."Andrew sighed and stood up to approach the woman on the bed whose name he still didn't know. She seemed lost in thought, staring at the ceiling when Andrew stood next to her bed."What are you thinking?" Andrew asked."Nothing, I'm just tired, I want to rest. It feels like all the fatigue and ambitions I've carried while learning new martial arts have only just emerged now. I failed to get a lot of money and improve my life. So, how was the party? Is it over?""Yes, we're going to see my friends now," Andrew replied without hesitation."Ah! L
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 164
"What are you looking at? Do you want to devour me?" Andrew snapped at Ernola, then directed his gaze towards Nick, who was looking at Ernola with a hungry expression."Okay, I was just looking, no other intentions," Nick quickly replied, aware of Andrew's deadly stare."Eat, Ernola. How many times have I explained? You won't disturb us. I've taken you in as a member according to last night's agreement, but you must inform us about all your members. Your life will be safe, no harm will come to you," Andrew stated.Ernola quickly gulped down the drink in front of her, then she turned to Andrew and Jeremiah, who were facing her directly, and said, "Yes, we did agree to that last night, but... what's the guarantee that you won't kill me?""If I wanted to kill you, you probably wouldn't be sitting at this table with us right now. Haven't you thought that far, Ernola? Why don't you stop complaining and start following everything I say?" Andrew stated firmly.Ernola swallowed her saliva and
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 165
"Hey, Andrew! Wake up! We've arrived at your sister's place."Andrew's eyes opened, and he stretched like a caterpillar in the car seat. His mouth opened wide as he yawned, dispelling the lingering drowsiness."I thought the trip would take an hour. They said their accommodation was far from our location," Andrew mumbled, still half asleep, while trying to open the car door."It has been an hour indeed. You've been sleeping the whole way; there's no way you'd have noticed. Open your eyes! We don't want you falling out and getting hurt," Jeremiah stared at Andrew sharply.Andrew stepped out of the car.
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 166
The white dress worn by Erica was absolutely perfect and brought tears to Andrew's eyes, slowly wetting his cheeks. He seemed to wipe away the tears as his sister approached him."You're crying?! Andrew? Are you crying because of me?" Erica lightly punched her older brother's shoulder."Yes, silly. Why wouldn't I be moved to see my little sister getting married today? Did I do something wrong?""Of course not! It's just that you're crying too soon. I haven't finished getting ready. I've only put on the dress and I want to grab my phone, which I left here. Save your tears for when you see everything later; it'll be over in half an hour anyway." Erica picked up her phone from the table and walked away from Andrew.
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 167
"I missed you. Is it wrong if I contact you?" Bo asked with a chuckle."Well, I'm not a young woman you can charm. There must be something important you want to tell me, and my gut feeling tells me it has nothing to do with Ivanka."A long sigh could be heard from Bo, further confirming Andrew's suspicion. The middle-aged man cleared his throat before resuming his conversation with Andrew."Yes, you're right. I reached out to you regarding the company owned by the late Smith. Do you remember the governor who's friends with me? He told me that one of his personal assistants came across a document from the company indicating a change in ownership from Smith to Marcel Aliand Stockholm. I remember your name, and that's not mine, is it?"Andrew's face immediately tensed up and he looked shocked. The name mentioned by Bo was none other than Marcel, William's trusted associate."What? Is that true?""Yes, he submitted the name change to me so that I'd know he's the new head. It's essentially
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The first thing Jerome felt was pain.A deep, throbbing ache pulsing through his ribs, jaw, and neck. His entire body screamed like he’d been hit by a truck, then thrown into another. His eyes opened slowly, vision swimming, light stinging.He wasn’t on the ground anymore. He was lying on a couch. A small, warm apartment — pale green walls, faint vanilla scent in the air, and a dim lamp glowing near a stack of books.Not his house. Not his room.And most importantly… not alone.“Hey.”Margareth’s voice cut through the haze.She was sitting in a worn armchair across the room, legs tucked beneath her, eyes red and tired, but focused entirely on him.Jerome tried to sit up, but pain flared in his side.“Easy,” she said, standing quickly. “You hit your head. Or something hit it for you.”He winced as she helped him lean back against the cushions.“What... happened?” he asked, voice raspy.“I found you. In the alley behind those apartments near 8th Street. You were unconscious. Bleeding. A
Season 2-Chp 9
The sun set early that evening, swallowed quickly by the thick layer of gray clouds hanging low over the city. Wind whipped through the narrow streets of Jerome’s neighborhood, making the street signs rattle and the trees moan in warning.It wasn’t the kind of night you wanted to be outside in.And yet, Jerome was walking straight into it.He hadn’t meant to. Originally, he was just going to clear his head with a short walk — five blocks, tops — but something pulled at him. A weight in his chest that refused to be shaken unless he moved his legs, put some distance between himself and that suffocating house.He passed shuttered shops, puddles reflecting broken neon, and a row of parked cars lined like teeth.And the further he walked, the more certain he became.He wasn’t alone.At first, it was just a feeling. A flicker at the edge of his vision. The sound of an extra footstep when his own had stopped. But then he heard it.Soft. Steady. Calculated.A second set of footsteps.Jerome k
Season 2-Chp 8
Tampa’s rain had stopped, but the clouds refused to leave.Jerome walked along the edge of the campus field, his hands shoved into the pockets of a black windbreaker that barely shielded him from the breeze. There was an eerie kind of silence in the air, the kind that made him glance over his shoulder every few steps — not because he was paranoid, but because something told him he had every reason to be.The necklace had been dormant all day.He hadn’t worn it. He’d left it in his backpack, zipped in the inner pouch, wrapped in an old T-shirt like a makeshift sarcophagus. But even in there, it pulsed. It was like hiding a heartbeat — faint but impossible to ignore.Jerome sat at the edge of the bleachers and looked toward the tall iron fence that separated the campus from the back alley. That’s when he saw him.A man. Dressed in all black. Standing completely still on the other side of the fence.He wasn’t doing anything — just watching.Jerome’s first instinct was to pretend he hadn’
Season 2-Chp 7
The morning after felt like a hangover.Not the kind brought on by alcohol, but the raw, nauseating fog of a night spent screaming at voices only he could hear.Jerome stared at the ceiling. He hadn’t moved in over an hour. The necklace was still under his bed, where he’d tossed it the night before, and for the first time since receiving it, he refused to wear it.The calm in the house was deceptive. His mother was humming in the kitchen — a soft, nostalgic tune, something old-fashioned that she used to sing when he was younger, when things still made sense. Back when their world, however small and crumbling, had some rhythm to it.Now, it was chaos wrapped in glass smiles.Jerome finally stood and trudged to the bathroom. His reflection looked worse than he expected. His face was pale, his eyes hollow, and there was a faint redness around his pupils. He splashed cold water on his face and stared at himself again.No change.It wasn’t just exhaustion. It was... residue. The kind left
Season 2-Chp 6
Later that night, the rain returned.Tampa streets shimmered under the yellow streetlights, coated in a thin sheen of water. Jerome walked alone down the cracked sidewalk, hands deep in his hoodie pockets, head bowed against the wind.He didn’t even remember how he left campus—only that Margareth had let him go after promising to “talk again tomorrow.” Whatever that meant. His thoughts had been looping all afternoon: the way his hand moved on its own, the blank, terrified look on Ryan’s face, and most of all—the voice.That voice.He stopped walking and leaned against a telephone pole, letting the cold seep into his back. His chest felt tight again, but not from asthma.“Why me?” he murmured.The necklace didn’t answer.But it pulsed. Softly. Once.That was worse.Jerome arrived at the tiny, peeling house he called home and stood in front of the door for a long moment, staring. He hated walking into that place now. Every time he did, it was like the walls closed in tighter. And ever s
Season 2-Chp 5
The morning air at campus felt heavy. The Tampa sky was overcast, but the sun still managed to burn through the clouds in the most annoying way. Students rushed down the narrow sidewalks, some chatting casually, others glued to their phones.Jerome walked slowly through the corridor, wearing a gray hoodie pulled low over his face. His gaze was dull, and his eyes looked like they hadn’t seen sleep in days.Which was true.The necklace around his neck now felt like metal fused to his bones. Not painful, but... intrusive. As if the thing refused to be forgotten, even for a second.Margareth had glanced at him several times throughout the morning. They were in the same class for modern literature. Her seat was just one row away, and every few minutes she turned her head, trying to read the expression usually hidden behind his glasses.“Jerome,” she called softly after class ended.He turned to her. His face remained blank.“Are you okay? You look like... like you’ve been holding your brea
Season 2-Chp 4
Jerome woke up gasping for air. Sweat drenched his face and body, causing the worn-out T-shirt clinging to his skin to feel like a second, suffocating layer. His eyes darted wildly around the room, struggling to anchor himself—was he still in the real world, or had the nightmare that ensnared him dragged him somewhere far worse?In the darkness of his room, one thing stood out: a faint gleam—the blue pendant hanging around his neck. It shimmered softly, almost as if it were breathing with him, pulsing with a life of its own.Jerome lifted a trembling hand and touched the pendant carefully. It was warm against his fingertips, beating gently like a slow, steady heart. As his skin brushed the stone, a whisper rose... or perhaps it was just the exhausted echo of his own mind."You chose me..."Jerome froze.The deep, resonant voice hadn't come from the room. It had cut straight through his thoughts, slicing into his mind with a terrifying calmness.Swallowing hard, Jerome shook off the da
Season 2-Chp 3
Ryan and the other two were already standing in front of the car with faces full of rage. They pointed at Jerome, who had just arrived with Margareth at the field near Jerome’s house.“Jerome, I don’t think you need to do all this, remember they’re—”Margareth’s words stopped mid-sentence when Jerome raised his hand while looking at her.“Maybe you know how weak Jerome is at campus, but not now. Didn’t you see how I hit Ryan earlier?”“Yes, but… I think that was just a coincidence because you found an opening, and that doesn’t change the fact that they’re much stronger than you, Jerome!”Jerome patted Margareth’s shoulder and said, “Everything’s going to be fine, and you know what? If I actually manage to take down all three of them, I want to ask you out on a date!”Margareth looked confused, while Jerome now ran enthusiastically toward Ryan and the others.Margareth didn’t pay much attention to Jerome’s earlier words—her only concern was Jerome’s safety.“Alright, come here! I’m not
Season 2-Chp 2 [Chapter 141. 142 has been edited and you can re-read on Monday]
Jerome hid under the blanket. What had happened to the three men earlier terrified him."Am I going to die? They definitely won't stay quiet; they'll come back," Jerome mumbled, clutching tightly to the edge of the blanket that covered his body.The sound of a knock on the door startled him, his heart seeming to leap out of his chest. Sweat, which had been absent, now surged all over his body, but the tension eased slightly when he heard his mother's voice."Jerome, are you home?" Meghan, his mother, called out.Jerome quickly hid the necklace he was wearing under his shirt and hurried to open the door for Meghan. His eyes narrowed as he glanced out the window, seeing a man kissing Meghan's neck affectionately."My son! Where have you been, sleeping?" Meghan asked with a broad smile."Who is this?" Jerome asked, looking at the man with jet-black hair who was now fondling Meghan's backside.Meghan pushed the man's hand away awkwardly and was about to answer her only child's question wh
