Chapter Seventy One Damon and Henry sat together on the patio, chatting like old friends. Damon’s wife, Jasmine, moved through the small gathering, offering drinks and food with a warm smile. The evening was going smoothly—laughter, the gentle clinking of glasses, the warmth of friendship filling the air.Suddenly, the peace was shattered by the roar of an engine. A sleek sports car’s rumble grew louder, turning heads. The Ferrari Turbo skidded to a dramatic stop at the end of the driveway, its tires smoking slightly, the metallic red paint gleaming in the fading sunlight. All eyes turned to watch.Henry frowned, recognizing the theatrics. Damon sighed quietly, sharing a knowing look with Henry. “It’s Alexander, isn’t it?” Henry muttered.“It’s always Alexander,” Damon confirmed with a resigned nod.Alexander stepped out slowly, as if each movement was a carefully crafted show. He wore a crisp designer suit, sunglasses perched on his nose even though the sun was nearly gone. His ch

Chapter Seventy Three Henry who is now used to people insulting himJust ignored Alexander as he focused on the road while ignoring the way Alexander still tried to cheat him by bringing out exhaust smoke to cover his vision. Henry’s Benz, while not as loud, accelerated with a smooth power, gaining speed quickly and steadily. The car felt stable beneath him, its wheels gripping the road confidently as he leaned forward, focused entirely on the path ahead. He didn’t need Alexander’s flash or noise; he needed precision, control. Every turn, every shift was deliberate.The air was thick with the smell of hot engines, fuel, and the faint metallic scent of the road as both cars tore through the street. Alexander’s Ferrari glistened under the streetlights, a red streak of fury slicing through the evening. He glanced at his rearview mirror, his smirk widening as he saw Henry’s Benz a few lengths behind.“Come on, Henry,” Alexander muttered to himself, a laugh bubbling in his chest. “Is

Chapter Seventy FiveThe crowd stood transfixed, mouths agape, as the impossible unfolded before them. Jasmine’s Benz, which had sunk to the river’s depths just moments ago, was now rising steadily, supported by hidden floaters that popped out around it, keeping it buoyant. The car glistened under the lights, looking pristine, without a single scratch marring its surface. It bobbed gently on the water’s surface, gleaming like new, the only sign it had been submerged being the droplets sliding off and a faint coating of mud on the tires.Henry calmly pulled a sleek remote from his pocket, his thumb hovering over the control. With a slight, calculated movement, he pressed a button, and to everyone’s astonishment, the Benz responded, gliding smoothly toward the shore, its engine humming softly as it drove itself out of the water, guided by artificial intelligence.“This… can’t be!” Alexander stammered, his face pale as he stared in utter disbelief. His jaw dropped as he watched the car

Chapter Seventy SevenMoments later, Damon’s mother-in-law entered the room, her posture radiating elegance and authority. She strode over to the clay pot, lifting it with a smirk of disdain as she inspected it under the light. Her experienced eyes scanned every inch of it, and after a thorough examination, she shook her head, pursing her lips in disappointment.“This is fake,” she declared, her voice loud enough to silence the room. “I’ve never seen anything like this claiming to be gold.” She looked at Henry with a raised eyebrow, her expression a mix of suspicion and ridicule. The room erupted, her statement setting off a wave of murmurs and taunts. Alexander was the first to leap in, a grin spreading across his face as he seized the opportunity.“I knew it!” he sneered, pointing at Henry with a triumphant glint in his eyes. “How foolish to think you could fool us with a ‘toy gold’ pot at a prestigious gathering like this. You should be ashamed of yourself, Henry.” His voice dri

Chapter Seventy Nine The thug leader paused, his gaze shifting to Henry with a curious glint in his eye. For a moment, he simply stared, then, as though struck by sudden recognition, he dipped his head in a respectful bow.“Henry, how are you doing?” the thug boss said, his tone laced with surprising deference. “I didn’t know it was you.”Henry blinked, momentarily confused, trying to place the man. But the thug leader continued, not giving him a chance to respond. “We met at the bank a while back,” he explained. “Your mother-in-law and her friends were having some issues, and you helped her out. We didn’t know who you were, but we respect your power. It’s like you’re a lord commander or something from another life.”The thug leader’s tone was so reverent that the crowd looked on in stunned silence. He kept his eyes on Henry, nodding as if he were in the presence of a superior.“No worries, Damon,” the thug leader said, still glancing occasionally at Henry with a measure of awe. “He