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THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 89
Ivanka's eyes looked panicked as her car stopped in front of a luxurious and massive mansion. Even when Peacock knocked on the car window, Ivanka didn't pay attention. She seemed content to stay behind the wheel.Andrew glanced at her. "How long are you going to stay here? We've been sitting in the car for almost five minutes.""If you want to get out, go ahead. I'll join you later," Ivanka replied.Andrew rolled his eyes, giving her a half-smile, and got out of the car. Peacock stopped knocking on the window as Andrew emerged."Just open the door and force her to get out. She's scared because she's going to face her stepfather. If she continues to follow her fears, we won't be able to solve this problem," Andrew said.Peacock followed Andrew's suggestion and forcefully opened the unlocked car door. Ivanka's face immediately tensed up, but she sighed and chose to step out of the car.Ivanka took the lead, walking with Peacock towards the entrance, her expression sour as she cast a cyn
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 90
"Stop!"Ivanka suddenly stood up from her seat and approached Bo and Andrew. Her teary and red eyes made Andrew feel even more sympathetic."I don't want anyone else to die. If you want to vent your anger, then vent it on me. I am to blame for failing to drive Andrew away," Ivanka said loudly in front of Bo.Bo smirked and shifted his gaze from Andrew to Ivanka. His movement was so quick that Andrew never expected Ivanka would receive such a hard slap, causing her to fall to the ground."Bold of you to try to control me. You or he will both end up dead. Remember and know who I am, Ivanka. Even our governor three years ago could be eliminated by me just like that. Haha!" Bo's loud laughter sent shivers down Andrew's spine for some reason.What he saw in Bo seemed similar to William, perhaps their positions were parallel, so to speak.Andrew looked around the large room, which was now only occupied by the three of them. However, for some reason, Andrew felt it wasn't the right time to c
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 91
"Mr. Andrew!"The door to Bo's room suddenly opened, and Marcel rushed in looking panicked."Ah, Marcel, what's going on?" Andrew asked."I should be asking you that! I heard a loud gunshot. Did something bad happen?" Marcel approached Andrew and looked at him and Bo, who still had the bullet in his hand.Bo's bodyguard did the same, running towards Bo to make sure his boss wasn't hurt or in any danger."Nothing happened, calm down. He did shoot at me, but I asked him to," Andrew explained.Marcel furrowed his brow. "You asked him to? What are you doing, Mr. Andrew? Even though I know you have the power to fight or maybe defeat him, it's still dangerous. You're someone who often loses concentration. Facing an armed person with just your powers is one of the quickest ways to commit suicide!""Calm down, Marcel. I asked him to because I was confident I could do it. Relax, I'm fine, and I can control what happens, as long as there's no trigger about my sister or my family, I won't be aff
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 92
"Aah!"Bo slammed the wine glass on the table; this was his fifth glass. Andrew looked at his opponent sitting in front of him with pity. When Bo was about to pour more wine into the clear glass, Andrew stopped his hand."Stop, I didn't invite you to get drunk. Go find a club and vent your anger on the night women there, or hire some strippers to make all your restlessness disappear."Bo chuckled, his eyes narrowing as a wide smile spread across his face. He clapped his hands and then lay down on the luxurious and soft sofa."Believe it or not, I might be one of the foolish men in this world."Andrew furrowed his brow and asked, "Why do you say that?""I've never used women for release. You could say I became numb after Gigi's death, Ivanka's mother. I hate women who are intimate with their partners; I don't know why, but I see it all as fake. I only pay strippers to dance in front of me, as is their duty, not to sleep with them. I lost my passion; I'm only focused on avenging Smith.
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 93
Marcel, who was almost dozing off on the floor, immediately stood up when he heard the door open from Bo's room. Andrew's smile welcomed his still startled face. "Unfortunate for you, this is the first time I've seen William's beloved assistant have to sleep on the cold floor waiting for a scrawny man like me, who is often labeled as weak. Aren't you friends with Bo's bodyguards?" "No, they are too rigid and see me as an enemy. By the way, is it done? What's the result of your nearly two-hour meeting in there, Mr. Andrew?" "Call Mr. William, I want to report to him first. After all, he's my boss. Why should I report to you first?" Marcel nodded resignedly and took out his hidden phone from his pocket. His hands danced around, scrolling through the phone screen to find William's number. "Why are you still here?" Andrew and Marcel were taken aback by Bo's bodyguard coming out of the elevator. The two handsome bodyguards who escorted them to this floor seemed sarcastic. "Well, Marc
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 94
Andrew returned to the floor where Bo's room was. He looked around the area to make sure Marcel wasn't there. William's statement about his friend being among the city's high-ranking officials made Andrew uneasy.Since he trusted Bo and believed that the possibility of betrayal was low, Andrew felt it was important to inform Bo about the dangerous information from William. Moreover, it involved their collaboration, and things could go bad if William found out about their plans."Mr. Andrew, what's up? Did you forget something?" A handsome bodyguard greeted Andrew as he approached Bo's room."No, I want to meet Bo, could you let him know?"The handsome bodyguard nodded. "Sure, hold on for a sec."He knocked on the door and entered Bo's room. Just a few seconds later, he approached Andrew again, signaling him to enter.Bo was reading a book while wearing round glasses. Andrew was quite amazed as he seemed like a different person."Why are you just standing there? Sit down. What else do
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 95
The quiet night was disrupted by the sound of Andrew's phone ringing. The slim man with a thin mustache woke up and found a call from Erica."Jeez, it's already ten o'clock." Andrew reached for his phone and answered the call from his beloved sister."Andrew, why didn't you call me? I've been waiting for you since seven.""I fell asleep. A lot happened today, and my eyes couldn't resist the drowsiness. What do you want to talk about? Oh, and I reminded you not to call me during the day because I'm with Marcel.""So many rules you have, it's like I'm trying to approach a nerdy guy who never dates. By the way, when are you coming back? I have good news for you. I found the gift that William gave to Mom!"Andrew's grin widened, his heart raced just like when he was about to approach Ivanka earlier."Great job, you really are a reliable sister, just like me. So, I want you to take good care of it, make sure it doesn't get lost or left behind when you come home. Your reckless nature is qui
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 96
The taxi arrived in front of Bo's residence, and a man who was none other than Andrew got out of the car. Andrew was wearing sunglasses, brown shorts, and a white doodle-patterned shirt. He casually walked into the luxurious compound of Bo's house. He deliberately came by taxi to have the freedom to talk to Ivanka on the way to the upscale hotel, not far from where he and Marcel were staying. "Fortunately, today I could control Marcel's mind and make him follow my orders. I'm really annoyed by his compliance and curiosity about everything I do," Andrew said. Andrew pressed the doorbell at the gate and spoke into the speaker to announce his arrival. Instantly, two bodyguards came to open the black gate. "Please come in, Mr. Andrew. You are asked to meet Mr. Bo first in his room," said one of the bodyguards. Andrew proceeded and approached Bo, who seemed to be enjoying breakfast and welcomed Andrew as if he were an old friend they hadn't seen in a long time. "Good morning!" Bo greet
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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’
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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
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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
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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
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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
