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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR MIND OVER MATTER
Marvin blinked in disbelief, his gaze shifted between the Prime Minister and the rabbit in the cage. His mind struggled to process what he had just heard.“Do rabbits think?” Marvin blurted out, his voice was laced with skepticism. “For goodness' sake, they are animals!”The Prime Minister chuckled softly, folding his hands behind his back. His piercing blue eyes held a glint of amusement.“Oh yes, Marvin, rabbits do think,” he said confidently. “They may not think like humans, but their minds are constantly at work.”Marvin raised an eyebrow, still unconvinced.The Prime Minister continued, raising one finger. “First, rabbits remember faces. If you are kind to them, they recognize you and respond positively. But if you harm them, they will avoid you or even act aggressively.”He raised a second finger. “Second, rabbits feel emotions. They experience fear, joy, and even loneliness. If a rabbit loses its companion, it can become sad and refuse to eat.”A third finger went up. “Third,
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR CRACKS IN CONTROL
Two hours had passed.Marvin sat on the metal stool, his back was slightly hunched. His mind felt like it had been stretched and pulled in all directions, yet he still wasn’t sure if he had truly connected with the rabbit. He had tried—really tried—but all he got were flashes of movement, strange impressions, and faint emotions that vanished as quickly as they came.The Prime Minister watched him for a moment before finally speaking.“You did your best,” he said, his voice was even. “It wasn’t perfect, but that’s expected. You will return here tomorrow.”Marvin exhaled, rubbing his temples. He was exhausted, but he nodded anyway. “Alright.”He stood up, adjusting his woollen jacket. As he turned towards the door, he cast a quick glance at his uncle, Christopher Richmond, who had been silently observing from the corner of the lab. With a subtle dip of his head, Marvin muttered, “Thank you, Uncle.”Before he could take another step, the Prime Minister’s voice stopped him.“There’s som
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE SUSPENDED SECRET
Marvin blinked rapidly, forcing himself to snap out of whatever daze had taken hold of him. He cleared his throat, with his mind scrambling to recover, but instead, it went completely blank.He hesitated before speaking, rubbing the back of his neck. “Um… sorry, what question?”The words came out slower than he intended, and as soon as he said them, a wave of shame washed over him. He had just made a fool of himself.Helena’s brows lifted slightly. “Why are you acting weird?” she asked, tilting her head again. “I was asking how your mind training was.”Marvin exhaled, regaining some composure. “Oh, about that,” he said, quickly searching for the right words. “It was… good. I was glad to try something new. But that rabbit’s mind…” He paused, shaking his head. “It was unstable. Like a quantum particle in a superposition state—constantly shifting, unpredictable, and impossible to pin down.”Helena’s lips curved into a small smile. “That makes sense,” she said. “A rabbit’s thoughts flick
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A HEART BEYOND LOGIC
Helena felt a deep, almost suffocating urge to open up to Marvin, to reveal everything that had been gnawing at her for so long.She wanted to tell him why she created the bioengineered humanoid, why she had taken such a dangerous and controversial step. The weight of her secret pressed down on her chest, and she could feel the truth bubbling up inside her, begging to be let out.But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she quickly pushed it away. She could feel her heart race, her hands tremble slightly. She couldn’t. Not now. Not yet. She wasn’t ready.The urge to speak only grew stronger, though, until it hurt. It was like a tight knot in her throat, each second she held back feeling like it might strangle her.Helena took a deep breath, her eyes were narrowing as she turned her attention back to the pod. She needed to say something—anything—to distract herself from the overwhelming need to confess.She swallowed hard. “It’s made up of a variety of synthetic tissues and bio-g
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,
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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
THE ELIMINATION ORDER
Marvin’s eyes remained fixed on the strange man in the silver mask. His heart thumped harder with every passing second.The mark of the Synapticore glowed faintly on the man’s forehead—proof that this visitor was not just anyone. He was one of them. One of the Coven of Elders, the one who passed the decree against the extraction of the Astralyte.Marvin’s lips parted slightly, but words failed him. He tried to sit up more in bed, with eyes that were narrowed in disbelief.The man took one step forward and spoke again—his voice was smooth and calm, yet carrying an odd electric tone that seemed to buzz through the air.“Good day, Mr. Marvin,” the man greeted again, his voice sending chills down Marvin’s spine.Marvin finally found his voice, though his words came out slower than usual.“G-Good day,” he replied, still staring at the mask. “I know that mark, I know you… You’re from the Coven of Elders… from Westwood…”Before he could say more, the door opened again.Uncle Christopher ste
