Chapter 5

I froze suddenly, remembering what my uncle said to me on his deathbed.

"Xavier, I've bought you a large trust fund. Don't touch it unless absolutely necessary. The password... only the heir knows..."

I was too grief-stricken at the time to pay attention to what he meant.

I thought my uncle was worried I might mismanage the company and was leaving me a safety net.

Thinking about it now, my uncle had been prepared all along.

I shot a piercing look at Logan, my tone carrying desperate determination.

"Logan, one last time. Come with me to the bank and prove to me whether you're really the heir or not!"

He gazed at me for a long time with complex emotions, then snorted softly.

"Fine. I'll go with you. But if it's proven that I am the legal heir, you, Xavier Turner, from now on, are never to appear before me again!"

I nodded without hesitation.

"Deal!"

We arrived at the bank and found the trust department manager.

The manager carefully brought out a safe deposit box and explained:

"This box contains the trust fund documents that Mr. Benjamin Clark purchased for Mr. Xavier Turner during his lifetime, along with a trust fund card. Only the heir knows the withdrawal password and the box password."

He politely gestured to Logan.

"Please, Mr. Hayes."

Logan walked to the safe. He turned his head left to look, then tilted it right, making sure no one was behind him.

He extended his left hand, raised his pinky finger, and pressed his index finger on the keypad.

The password lock emitted beeping sounds. Everyone's hearts tightened with each increasingly rapid beep.

My palms were drenched in sweat. My heart felt like it would leap from my chest.

I kept silently repeating the words "incorrect password" in my mind.

I couldn't be wrong. My uncle must have had unspeakable difficulties. This Logan Hayes must be a fake heir. My uncle loved me.

Soon. The truth would be revealed soon. The fraud would be exposed.

Uncle, I can protect your life's work for you...

As the last digit was entered, the air seemed to freeze completely.

Everyone held their breath, afraid of missing the most exciting part.

With a final beep.

The safe door clicked open.

My blood instantly froze. My ears rang with buzzing.

Around me, flattering words about how Mr. Hayes was indeed the heir, please take care of us Mr. Hayes, reached my ears in fragments.

And I stood there like a joke, being pointed at and gossiped about.

"Crazy for money. Even after the law certified Mr. Hayes as the legal heir, he refused to believe it. Now he's completely humiliated, isn't he?"

"Must have done something terrible—killed his parents, and now even his own uncle doesn't want him. Karma!"

"Just doesn't have that destiny. Why fight it? Accept your fate!"

I stood there petrified, trembling all over.

Why was this happening?

How could this be?

Marcus testifying for someone he'd never met, my uncle's desperate determination when signing, giving him the most secret password.

All the evidence proved Logan Hayes was the legal heir.

Who exactly was Logan Hayes?

No!

I must have missed something.

My mind was a complete mess.

Just then, the private investigator sent over Logan's background report.

I opened it and looked up sharply, staring intently at Logan.

"Logan Hayes, I know who you are now!"