I Àm The Richest Heir

5

Without wasting any time, Mike felt a new surge of energy flow into him. All his doubts and despair flew away like smoke. He tapped the table and gathered his essentials.

Quickly, he decided to head to the Lovance Group Building. This was an opportunity he couldn’t miss. He put on his jacket and rushed out of the apartment, leaving all his sorrows behind him. One more step towards a potentially better life. He also said goodbye to Ryan and left him.

On the way to the mentioned building, Mike couldn’t help but smile. If the money was really his, it could solve all his problems—rent, debt, and maybe even some of the dreams he had been harboring for so long.

When he arrived at the Lovance Group Building, he saw the tall and majestic building standing majestically before his eyes. With a pounding heart, he entered the building and followed the directions to the elevator, heading to the 99th floor.

Inside the elevator, he felt a throbbing sensation, a mixture of excitement and fear of what he would encounter. When the elevator doors opened, he adjusted his steps and stepped out, taking a deep breath and trying to control all his feelings.

No matter what happened, he was ready to face the opportunity that could change his life forever. In his mind, dreams and hopes were surging, ready to challenge the future.

When the clock struck at 5:00 a.m., Mike arrived in front of the most valuable corporate building in the city. The magnificent building with impressive architecture was the headquarters of the largest company in the city, where many elites worked and the rich lived around it. Excitement and hope filled his heart as he stepped forward to find out about the 5 million that had just been discovered to be his.

However, when Mike stepped into the building, the security guard immediately blocked him. "Hey! Beggars can't come in here!" he shouted, his voice loud and unwavering.

Mike didn't care about those words. All he had in mind was one goal: to find the person who called him and demanded answers about the money in his account. He turned to face the guard, trying to hold back his anger. “I just want to find out about the money transfer I received! Please let me in. It’s very important!”

Their argument caught the attention of the receptionist who was standing nearby. He approached, staring at Mike with a sneer. “Do you have an appointment?” he asked, his voice formal and cold.

“No, I don’t know who called me. They just said I had to meet someone on the 99th floor,” Mike replied, his tone full of uncertainty.

Seeing Mike’s inability to answer clearly, the receptionist tried to be more assertive. “I’m sorry, but you can’t come in without an appointment. Please leave.”

His frustration deepened. In a fit of desperation, Mike suddenly felt like everything was going to be lost. Without thinking, he rushed forward and brushed them off. “I have to go! I can’t waste my time here!” he shouted, breaking through the boundaries of hesitation.

In desperation, Mike made his way to the elevator, but on the way, he accidentally bumped into a sexy woman who was walking by. Mike was thrown back for a moment, staring at the woman, who seemed very surprised by his collision.

“Ouch!” the woman let out a sound as they collided. “Hey! What are you doing? You can’t run like that!” she said in a pouting tone.

Mike quickly apologized, embarrassed by what had happened. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I… I was in a hurry,” he replied, still focused on his goal.

The woman watched him closely, seeing the complexity in Mike’s expression. Brushing away her fallen hair, she asked, “You seem very troubled. Are you okay?”

He sensed the sincerity in her question, and for a moment, he wanted to answer all his doubts. However, he chose not to speak further. “I just need to find someone on the 99th floor,” he said, trying to get past the woman.

“If it helps, I can help you. What’s her name?” she asked, seeming slower to listen.

Mike felt a little confused again. “I don’t know his names. He just contacted me about the money I received,” she said, doubt still clouding every word.

“I can help you find answers since I work here. Let’s go upstairs,” the woman offered, while Mike had to consider accepting her help.

Whether known or not, maybe this was a chance to get the answers he needed. With renewed hope, Mike followed the woman, hoping that this coincidence could lead him in the right direction.

As he followed the woman, Mike felt nervousness flooding him. In his hand, the coffee he had previously held suddenly spilled, spilling the hot liquid onto his collar and chest. “Oh no, I’m sorry! I apologize!” he exclaimed, trying to wipe the stain with his hand.

Unknowingly, as he wiped the stain, his hand touched the woman’s breast. The next second, the atmosphere between them changed dramatically. The woman was shocked; her eyes widened, and suddenly, she screamed, attracting the attention of the guards around them.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” she shouted, anger blazing across her face.

Mike panicked, immediately taking a step back and saying, “That’s not what I meant! I just…”

Before he could finish his sentence, he hurriedly stepped back and started the elevator, trying to escape the awkward situation. But his decision to leave seemed to only make things worse.

The woman, now furious, directed her blame at Mike. “Arrest him! He needs to be held accountable for his behavior!” she shouted at the approaching guards.

The woman’s demeanor was one of authority, and Mike could only feel fear gnawing at his heart. He tried to remain calm, but he knew this was not a good situation for him.

The guard captain approached, looking at Mike seriously. “You came onto this floor without permission? What exactly are you doing here?” she asked, her voice full of authority.

Mike felt pressured, unable to answer properly. “I was just looking for information about a money transfer, and this woman helped me,” Mike replied, trying to explain.

The guard captain glanced at the woman warily. When she explained her position, it was clear that she was a manager at the company. “But she should also know that this is a restricted area for visitors!” the woman retorted, anger still burning inside her.

The guard captain weighed the situation, not missing the wary look on Mike’s face. “We can’t go up there without permission. But if this is a misunderstanding, we don’t want it to escalate further,” she said, trying to remain semi-neutral.

“Let me finish this. He’ll pay the price!” the woman added, her desperation evident.

Mike felt everything spinning around him. Panic flooded his mind. What should he do? Although he didn’t want to get involved in any more conflict, he knew that if he didn’t keep his cool, the situation could get even worse.

“Look, I just want to know about the money I received. That’s all I need,” Mike explained once more, looking at the guard captain in hopes of being understood.

The guard captain took a deep breath, his gaze sharp. “If you can explain this situation without any further confusion, we’ll consider it. But remember, this is a serious matter,” he said, promising some measure of justice that might give Mike a little hope.

As Mike listened to the conversation, he realized that this was a pivotal moment in his life and thought hard about how he could turn this situation into an opportunity—to get answers about the 5 million and potentially get rid of a problem in his life.

"Let him in!”