Adrian Cole Return Of The Lost Heir Novels & Stories

"I've handed everything over, Mr. Alex. Also, a high payment to Mr. Brandon, but unfortunately, that mechanic has been buried for a while." Alef's body grew even more tense. "And one more thing." This time, Sebastian moved. He approached the girl who was under tight security. She looked down, visibly trembling in his hands. Sebastian felt like he wanted to hug her tightly to alleviate the fear she held. "The main heir of Group Azure."

Then, it suddenly hit him, and he exclaimed, "What? You said your name is Liam. You're Liam Cole?" "That's right!" said Liam. In the next second, Daxton burst out laughing. His face was filled with disdain as he looked at Liam and said, "Hahah. I thought you were somebody. It turns out you're the loser from the Cole family who was destroyed seven years ago. "What's the matter? You've returned to Drunham City? It's a pity that your family fell a long time ago, and you're no longer the high and mighty heir of the Cole family anymore."

I can't continue living in this town. I am ready to play this game. But what makes me sad is my precious, perfect daughter, Camilla. I know of all the people, she will be affected the most by my 'death'. But there is really nothing I can do about it. Plus, I am leaving everything in her name. So that when I finally decide to make 'The Return' to this damned town, I can get back everything that belongs to me without any legal issues. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

Chapter 48 Aunty Sarah finding out * " You... You are Cole?" Adriana asked, with raised brows and Xavier nodded with a smile. "H... How could you fool me so much?" She asked. " What? You fell for Cole too?" He asked teasingly. " Of course not! My heart belongs to you only" " Well, I am still Cole" he replied. "You are unbelievable!" " Going out and acting lovely to Emilia would hurt you, I was sure of that so I had to create a character that would take care of you, and then how could Cole have known the exact yellow dress and black heels you admired?" He asked.

he said, like he knows he’s never wrong about anything. Isaac smiled. “Oh, yeah? Well, then, which one is salt? I’m going to pour both of them if you're wrong.” “Isaac!!!” ***** Meanwhile, Cole has returned to the mansion. It was an excruciating day for him and his agent. There were marks of blood all over his handsome face and white polo. He just finished “business” from the hidden society. He had to make sure that nobody would dare to stand against him once he decides what he wants to do with Bright.

The statue wasn't unfamiliar. She recognized the uniform. The weapon. The insignia. Order of the Thorn. A hunter. One from relatively recent history. Maybe twenty years old. Not ancient. Not forgotten. Marcus noticed it too. His expression darkened. "I know him." The room fell silent. "You do?" The veteran hunter nodded slowly. "His name was Adrian Cole." Nobody spoke. Marcus continued staring. "He disappeared sixteen years ago." A chill ran through Evelyn. Sixteen years. Not centuries. Not millennia.

Blood trickled from my fingers as I stood. I turned too fast and stumbled—straight into him. I froze, holding my breath as our eyes met. I braced myself. For punishment. A blow. Anything. But nothing came. Adrian’s jaw clenched. His eyes burned, not with anger this time—but something else I couldn’t name. “I got a call from Cole,”The rage that had clouded him earlier had faded like smoke from a dying flame. I’d felt it—the shift—ever since the glass pierced my skin.

As the members read and studied the leaflets, the data about Aditya was written in full. Then the members nodded and conferred with each other, whispering here and there. "Well, ma'am, here it is written that the young master has a ten percent share given by his grandfather, Mr. Ali; in total, he has more than seventy percent when combined with the property of the great master; therefore, by rule, he is the new leader of this company." Mr. Weber explained. Everyone agreed to Mr. Weber's words, although Calvin looked weak when he found out that the leader was still under his age. He couldn't do anything because it was clear that Aditya was the rightful heir to the company.

“Before he thinks he’s part of the game.” Something in my chest tightened. “Dominic…” He looked at me. And for a brief moment— That darkness softened. Just for me. “I won’t let anyone use you.” His voice dropped. Low. Deadly. “Not him.” Not the past. Not anyone. Across the street— Inside a parked black car— Adrian Cole watched them leave. A slow smile spread across his face. “They chose the hard way.” He picked up his phone. Dialed a number. “It’s time.”

She found more than she expected. A single folder, misfiled decades ago under a project name rather than a person's, held the original founding proposal for what would become Cole Group's earliest and most profitable finance arm. The handwriting matched the ledger Damian had already traced. But beneath the proposal, clipped separately, was a letter this one not from Hartley, but to him, in Adrian's father's own hand.