Chapter One Hundred And Thirty One Henry walked into his home, his body weary from the night's chaos but his face composed as if nothing unusual had happened. The memory of saving Anastasia was still fresh in his mind, yet he decided to keep it to himself. His wife, Jasmine, was curled up on the couch, flipping through a stack of documents with a tired expression on her face. He could see the tension in her shoulders and the faint lines of exhaustion on her forehead.“Why do you look so tired, love?” he asked softly, coming to sit beside her. His warm hands immediately found her shoulders, gently kneading the knots he knew were there.She sighed heavily, leaning back into his touch. “I have another meeting tomorrow,” she began. “This time with the CEO of an electronics company. They’re supposed to handle the electrical appliances, décor, and chandeliers for my project.”Henry raised an eyebrow. “Do you really have to go? You look like you could use a break. I could attend the meeting

Chapter One Hundred And Thirty ThreeThe door to Gregson’s office burst open with a deafening bang, making both Gregson and Jasmine freeze in place. Standing in the doorway was a large, furious woman with an angry flush on her round face. She was dressed in an extravagant but gaudy outfit, her chest heaving with rage. Her eyes darted between Jasmine, who was weakly slumped on the floor, and Gregson, who had jumped to his feet.“How dare you, Gregson!” the woman screamed, pointing a trembling finger at him. “How dare you cheat on me with this girl? Do you think I wouldn’t find out?” Gregson’s smirk vanished, and he took a cautious step back. “Darling, it’s not what it looks like,” he stammered, lifting his hands defensively. Jasmine blinked up at the woman, her vision still blurry from the drug. Despite her weakness, relief flooded her chest. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “Thank you for coming. Please, help me—” But the woman’s furious gaze snapped to Jasmine, h

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-FiveGregson, despite the blood on his face and his trembling limbs, stood tall and began to chuckle, his voice laced with false confidence. “Do you even know who you’re messing with?” he said, brushing his disheveled suit as if that would restore his dignity. “I don’t think you understand my family connections.”Henry stood silently, his cold gaze fixed on Gregson, but Gregson wasn’t done talking. He pointed a finger at Henry, his voice rising. “I work under the Hexagon Consortium, the most powerful organization on this planet. And guess what? The Commander General Lord of the Hexagon Consortium is *my boss’s boss*! You think you can just walk in here and humiliate me?” Jasmine’s face drained of color as she gripped Henry’s arm, her voice trembling. “Henry, let’s just leave. He’s dangerous—don’t escalate this.”Henry turned to one of his bodyguards. “Take her to the chopper,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Calm her down and make sure she’s safe.”

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-SevenHenry hummed softly as he cleaned the large marble planter in the corner of the living room. He was in a good mood, satisfied that his magical powers had worked flawlessly on Jasmine. She was healthy, cheerful, and completely free of any memory of the terrible events from earlier. It was a relief to see her smile again without the shadow of fear clouding her bright eyes.As he worked, he noticed his father-in-law sitting stiffly on the couch, staring at the television. The news was still playing, but it was clear the man’s mind wasn’t on the headlines. His face looked tense, and his lips were pressed into a thin line.Henry set down his mop and approached. “Is everything alright, sir?” he asked politely.Jasmine’s father barely looked up. He let out a long sigh, his fingers drumming anxiously on his knee. “It’s nothing,” he muttered. “Just... something about the upcoming art auction at the governor’s house.”Henry tilted his head. “The auction? Is

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-NineThe grand ballroom of the governor’s mansion was buzzing with conversation and laughter. Dignitaries and elites mingled under glittering chandeliers, sipping champagne and admiring the rare art pieces displayed for auction. Among them was Jasper, strutting around with an air of self-importance, bragging to anyone who would listen.“Yes, I’m the president of our family’s empire,” he said, gesturing grandly. “It’s exhausting, really. Managing businesses, attending elite events—it’s a lot, but someone has to do it.”The dignitaries around him nodded politely, clearly impressed.As Jasper scanned the room, basking in his self-declared glory, his gaze landed on his father entering the hall. His face immediately darkened, but what really made his blood boil was the sight of Henry a few steps behind, calmly sipping an expensive glass of champagne.Without a word, Jasper’s mind began to race. His jaw clenched as he stormed toward the nearest security team,