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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE SHORE CONSPIRACY
Marvin stepped away from Helena as he answered the call. His voice was steady. "Oliver, why are you calling me?"There was a brief pause before Oliver Grant’s voice came through the line, laced with urgency. "Sir, I need you to come to the shore immediately. There's an issue with the solar components."Marvin’s brow furrowed. "What issue?"Oliver exhaled sharply. "Our suppliers informed us that the monthly solar components have arrived, so we moved our transport trucks to receive them. But when we got there, some people from the AETC were already there, claiming rights over part of the shipment."Marvin’s expression darkened. "The AETC?" He knew the name well—the Advanced Energy and Technology Commission. "Can’t you handle it?" he asked, his voice was calm but firm."Sir," Oliver hesitated before continuing, "I wish I could. But this is the AETC we’re talking about. If we don’t handle this carefully, it could cause serious problems for us. I need you to come here personally to tackle
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR STANDOFF AT THE DOCKS
Marvin walked toward the scene, his mind was buzzing with uncertainty. The dock area was tense, filled with shouting and confusion. His staff, visibly upset, stood in a group, arguing with the law enforcement officers and AETC representatives. The solar components, which had been expected for their production projects, were surrounded by heavy machinery and armed police, with the situation looking more like a standoff than a simple shipment arrival.Oliver Grant stood to the side, his arms crossed, clearly frustrated as the tension in the air thickened. Marvin’s eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of the AETC representatives and their unyielding stance."These solar components are ours!" One of Marvin’s staff members was saying, his voice was sharp with anger. "There is no legal agreement that says the AETC can claim them. We’ve been waiting for weeks for this shipment."A tall man in a black suit, one of the AETC’s representatives, sneered. "If you don’t comply, we’ll seize the
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A DELICATE BALANCE
Marvin stood silently for a moment, processing the gravity of the situation. The weight of the note in his hand felt heavier with every passing second. His mind raced, analyzing every possibility. This wasn’t just a simple dispute—it was more complicated, deeper, and far more dangerous than he had anticipated. He could feel the pressure building around him, the eyes of the AETC representatives and law enforcement officers still fixed on him, waiting for his response.Oliver Grant, still standing by Marvin’s side, stared at the paper in disbelief, his face shifted from confusion to suspicion. “So, you’re telling me the Prime Minister is involved in this? But why would we have problems with the AETC if he’s the one who funded the shipment?” Oliver whispered, his voice was low but filled with concern. He couldn’t hide the confusion in his voice. If the Prime Minister was behind this, why were they being threatened with the seizure of their goods?How could they sense a foul play in t
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE WEIGHT OF A CHOICE
Marvin stepped away from the AETC representatives, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The weight of the decision he had just made pressed down on him with the suffocating heaviness of an anchor. He knew, deep down, that the choice would have repercussions far beyond what he could fully understand in the moment. But it was the only option—at least for now.There were no more paths left to consider.As he reached the vehicle door, his thoughts swirled like a storm, but he forced himself to focus. He took one final glance at the representatives behind him. Their gazes were fixed on him, eyes heavy with expectation, the kind of expectation that held the power to crush even the most seasoned of men. Marvin didn’t flinch. He didn’t allow them the satisfaction of seeing how the pressure gnawed at him. On the outside, he remained composed, but inside, the tension was a constant buzz in his ears, rising in intensity with every passing second.He walked toward his vehicle,
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR TIPPING POINT
“Okay, listen,” his uncle continued after a moment of thought. “I’ll try to get in touch with the Prime Minister from my end. You stay calm, Marvin. We’ll figure this out. We have to.”Marvin let out a deep, shaky breath, feeling the smallest flicker of relief at the sound of his uncle’s confidence. “I appreciate it, Uncle. But please, hurry. I don’t know how much longer we have before this all completely unravels.”“I’ve got you covered,” Uncle Christopher said, his voice was steady and resolute. “I’ll make the call. Stay put. I’ll handle this.”Marvin ended the call and leaned back in his seat, his eyes closed as he tried to steady his breathing. He felt like a man standing on the edge of a precipice, with nothing but a swirling abyss below him. His mind buzzed with a thousand thoughts—each one more urgent than the last. The fear was overwhelming, but he couldn’t afford to let it consume him. He had to hold it together. For his company. For the future.Suddenly, his phone rang aga
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR UNDERWATER SECRETS
At the AETC headquarters, Evelyn Hartford, the newly appointed director of the commission, sat behind her sleek, modern desk. The dim glow of the room's ambient lighting bounced off the glass walls, reflecting the weight of her thoughts. Her fingers danced over the touchpad of her laptop, with the smooth surface betraying no emotion as she initiated a video call on the ZomChat app—a secure, encrypted communication platform used for sensitive operations.The screen flickered for a moment before the image of Dr. Gregory Matthews, a scientist and a trusted ally of hers, appeared. His face was framed by the sterile, white walls of his laboratory, where the shadows cast an eerie contrast to the otherwise clinical surroundings.“Good evening, Evelyn,” Dr. Matthews greeted her, his voice was calm but it was tinged with the weight of the discussion that was about to unfold.“Evening, Greg,” Evelyn replied, her expression was serious, her tone was unwavering. “I’ve been thinking about our m
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR WHO HOLDS THE STRINGS?
Evelyn Hartford snapped her laptop shut with a sharp click, her fingers trembling slightly as she composed herself. The sound echoed through the room, breaking the thick, tense silence that had settled between them.She forced a calm expression onto her face, though her heart raced. Quickly, she straightened her shirt and gestured toward the chair opposite her desk, trying to regain control. "Please, Marvin. Have a seat," she said. Her voice was steady but it carried an edge of uncertainty.Marvin stood at the entrance of her office for a moment, his imposing figure casting a shadow across the room. He didn’t move, his eyes were fixed on her with an intensity that could have cut through steel. Evelyn could feel his gaze weighing on her—it was sharp and unrelenting.The silence stretched on, thick and uncomfortable. She had expected this meeting to be difficult, but now, as his presence filled the room, the tension was almost unbearable.He wasn’t sure what to make of the woman in
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR WHO HOLDS THE POWER
Evelyn’s eyes flashed with authority as she leaned forward slightly, her voice was sharp and direct."I am the Director of Neovalle’s Advanced Energy and Technology Commission, remember?" she said coldly. "If you want to continue this conversation without problems, I suggest you speak with more respect. Otherwise, I’ll have no choice but to show you my bad side."Her words cut through the room like a blade, and for a moment, silence settled between them.Marvin’s jaw tightened, but he knew better than to let his temper take over. Becoming feral toward Evelyn wasn’t why he came here. He took a slow breath, forcing himself to stay calm.Evelyn watched him carefully, satisfied that her words had made an impact. She straightened in her chair, with her fingers tapping lightly on the desk."Now," she continued, her voice was cool but firm, "where are the papers? The proof that you followed the necessary protocols before the arrival of your shipment—which, if I recall correctly, is worth rou
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EYES THAT REMEMBER, HEARTS THAT SEE
The sun was high in the sky when a sleek, Cadillac CT pulled up at the base of the Orion Dynamics headquarters.The door clicked open, and Jayden Cole stepped out.He wore a well-fitted dark blue suit, paired with a crisp white shirt and polished black shoes. His glasses reflected the sunlight, but his calm, confident expression remained clear. He looked around briefly, adjusting his collar as he stood tall.Waiting just a few steps ahead was Dylan Orion—Stella’s cousin and one of the most respected young minds in the Orion family. Dressed in a stylish grey outfit with the Orion family crest pinned to his chest, Dylan smiled and extended his hand.“Mr. Jayden,” Dylan said warmly. “Welcome. I’m Dylan Orion. I’ll be showing you around today.”Jayden shook his hand firmly. “Thank you, Mr. Dylan. It’s a pleasure to be here.”“Please, just Dylan,” he replied with a chuckle. “Come, follow my lead.”As they began walking together toward the building entrance, a few people nearby turned th
THE TRIAL OF COSMIC MINDS
Uncle Christopher adjusted his seat slightly and leaned forward, his eyes were now focused on Jayden.“Jayden,” he said clearly, “Before you walked in here, there were deliberations concerning the way forward for the Orion family and their franchise, but if you must know, there is tension in this room. The truth is—as it is now, we are stuck. The board is divided.”He pointed briefly toward the PowerPoint slides still glowing on the screen. “Some of us believe licensing the Orion's cosmic energy systems to external tech partners will help us scale faster. Others think it’s too risky and could expose their secrets.”Jayden nodded slowly.Uncle Christopher continued. “We’ve hit a wall, and the truth is—we’ve been here since Marvin died. No fresh ideas, no real progress. We need perspective. That’s why you’re here.”Jayden stepped forward gently, reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a small notepad. He clicked his pen and took brief notes while glancing at the slides being presen
SEND HIM IN
Stella’s face lit up faintly for the first time in months.Her lips parted slightly, and her tired eyes shimmered with a sudden spark of curiosity.“Well then,” she said, her voice was steadier now. “What are we waiting for? Send him in.”Uncle Christopher gave a slow nod. He turned slightly to the young man standing behind him—his assistant—and signaled with a small wave of his hand.The assistant leaned in.Uncle Christopher whispered something quietly into his ear. The assistant listened, gave a respectful nod, and immediately turned around. He exited the boardroom quickly, his polished shoes were making light taps against the floor.The meeting continued. Board members went back to their discussions.“Licensing is a mistake,” one investor said firmly. “We’ll lose everything we worked for.”“But pushing too fast might cause system overloads in unknown regions!” a scientist warned. “We need field tests—months of them!”“The market is hot now!” another shouted. “If we don’t act, som
THE MOTHER, THE FRANCHISE, THE FUTURE
Three Months LaterIt had been three long months since Marvin’s burial.The pain didn’t leave. It only changed form. It sank deeper inside Stella Orion.She was now five months pregnant. Her belly had grown round and full. Her skin had stretched, and her steps had slowed. Her face looked tired—more pale than usual. The glow people often said pregnant women had was missing. Instead, her eyes carried deep sadness.Because of her intense grief, her health had weakened. The doctors had warned that the stress was too much. To help her stay stable, they inserted a special injection line into her wrist—an IV drip that gave her strength, vitamins, and kept her hydrated. It was always connected when she had to attend meetings or go out in public.Today was one of those days.She had a very important meeting with the board members and investors of her advanced cosmic energy franchise. They had all gathered to discuss the future of the company Marvin helped her build.Even though she was pregn
THE GRIEF OF ORION
Right inside the great Orion Family Estate, a large number of people gathered in silence for the burial of Marvin Richmond. The sky was cloudy. The wind was gentle, yet it carried the weight of sorrow. Flowers were laid everywhere. Men in black suits stood quietly around. A white canopy covered the sitting area. Some people wore black, others deep blue, but everyone’s face showed pain.Inside the mansion, in a special hall designed for mourning, Stella Orion stood beside a long coffin. It was made of dark brown wood, polished until it shined. But it was not the beauty of the coffin that held her attention—it was who lay inside.Marvin.Her Marvin.Stella was on her knees, her hands were trembling as they rested on the edge of the coffin. Tears ran freely down her cheeks. Her eyes were red. Her nose was blocked from crying too much. She looked down at his peaceful face. He looked like he was only sleeping. But he wasn’t.He was gone.“No… no…” she whispered, shaking her head slowl
BLOOD ON THE TILES
“Yes, my love,” Marvin replied gently, his voice was calm and warm. “I trust them.”But on the other end of the call, Stella’s voice trembled. Her doubt couldn’t be hidden.“Marvin… these people… they’re not like us. They play by different rules. One moment they’re your allies, and the next…” she paused, swallowing. “They stab you in the back. Please, don’t take chances. I beg you. Just say the word, let my men come and pick you from the airport instead of the Bowens.”Marvin stood still for a moment, her words were echoing in his mind. He stared into the distance, eyes were cold but thoughtful.“I understand how you feel,” he said softly. “I know you’re scared. I would be too if I were in your shoes. But you don’t have to be. I’ve prepared for this. Every step, every move—it's all planned out. Carl is part of that plan. I didn’t come here blindly, Stella. I know who to trust.”“But—” she tried to protest.“Shhh…” Marvin interrupted, his voice soothing, like a warm blanket on a cold n
ALLIES OR ASSASSINS
Suddenly, Marvin’s phone vibrated in his pocket.His eyes opened slowly. He had forgotten to switch it to airplane mode.He reached into his coat and brought it out. The screen lit up. It was Uncle Christopher.He answered at once. “Hello, Uncle.”“Marvin,” the old man’s deep voice came through clearly. “How’s everything? Have you made it through the airport checks? You know this journey isn’t an ordinary one.”“I passed through the necessary protocols,” Marvin replied calmly. “I’m already on the plane. We’re about to take off. Next stop—Westwood.”There was a short pause before Uncle Christopher responded. “Okay. That’s fair.”Before Marvin could say more, the flight attendant approached. She leaned slightly toward him, speaking politely but firmly.“Sir, please end your call and switch your phone to airplane mode now.” the flight attendant requested.“It’s for your safety, sir,” she said gently. “Phones can interfere with aircraft navigation and communication systems during takeoff.
WESTWOOD HERE I COME
The sun was just rising when a sleek black Bentley Bentayga rolled smoothly out of uncle Christopher's gated mansion. Inside, Marvin sat quietly, dressed in a tailored black suit with a crisp white shirt underneath. A sleek, dark overcoat draped over his shoulders, and a silver wristwatch gleamed subtly on his wrist. His posture was relaxed but commanding, his clean-cut appearance giving him an air of quiet power. He looked healthy—stronger, sharper, and more focused than ever before. His eyes were cold, scanning his surroundings with precision, but inside him, a fire was burning.The driver didn’t speak. He only focused on the road. Beside Marvin, a silver suitcase sat firm, containing only what he truly needed. Two enforcers sat in the front seat—members of the elite guard chosen by Uncle Christopher himself.As they approached Neovalle Airport, the early morning light reflected off the airport’s tall glass buildings. Flights were already taking off. People rushed in and out of t
GHOST OR GLADIATOR
The Prime Minister didn’t flinch. He looked straight into Marvin’s eyes, his voice was dropping to a grim tone.“Marvin, listen to me carefully. The Richmond family did not all agree on what happened to you.”Marvin’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”The Prime Minister sighed deeply, then leaned forward.“Our family… the Richmonds… we are not united anymore. We’re divided into two strong factions.”He raised two fingers to make his point.“One side—your side—believes you fought bravely. They believe that if not for your sacrifice and bold stand, the Richmonds would never have gotten a voice with regards to the attainment of the Astralyte. They believe you deserve protection and honor, not death.”Marvin listened closely.“These ones are loyal to the legacy of our founder, Paul Richmond. They know what you’ve done. And they will never support any attack on your life.”A small breath of relief escaped Marvin’s lips.But the Prime Minister wasn’t done.He slowly lowered his hand, his v
