Harry Winstone paced the cold hospital corridor, the words of the doctor still ringing in his ears. “Mr. Winstone, I’m afraid your foster mother’s condition has worsened. We need to operate immediately. The cost is three hundred thousand pounds, and we need it by five this evening,” the doctor had said, his tone gentle yet firm. Harry felt the ground slip from beneath his feet. “Three hundred thousand pounds?” he repeated, his voice hollow. “How am I supposed to get that much money in a few hours?” “I understand it’s a lot to ask, but we don’t have much time. Without the operation, she won’t make it through the night,” the doctor explained, his eyes filled with sympathy before he walked away. Harry clenched his fists, trying to steady himself. He turned and made his way to Celia’s ward, his heart heavy with fear and desperation. Pushing open the door, he saw her lying motionless on the bed, her once vibrant face now pale and frail. “Hey, Mum,” he whispered, sitting beside her an

Harry stood outside the abandoned warehouse, his breath visible in the cold night air. The mask he wore felt strange against his skin, but it was necessary. Tonight wasn’t about showing who he was—it was about delivering a message. He glanced at the group of bodyguards Richard had sent, their presence reassuring but not needed for what he had in mind."Stay out of this unless I give the word," he instructed them sternly.“Understood, Mr. Winstone,” the lead bodyguard replied, his face expressionless behind his sunglasses, even in the dark.With a nod, Harry pushed open the creaky warehouse door and stepped inside. The dim light from a few scattered bulbs cast eerie shadows, adding to the tension of the moment. In the center of the space stood Adam Morland, flanked by three burly men in Cloud Logistics uniforms. Adam’s arrogance was palpable, his posture relaxed as if he were completely in control.“Ah, the mysterious man of the hour,” Adam sneered, crossing his arms over his chest.

Adam Morland leaned casually against the bonnet of his sleek sports car, a smug smile plastered on his face. He glanced at Harry and his bodyguards, barely able to contain his laughter. “You really think you can bring down Cloud Logistics? Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?”Harry stood a few feet away, his face unreadable. “I know exactly who I’m dealing with, Adam. And I’m not here to play games.”Amelia, standing beside Adam, let out a mocking laugh. “This is pathetic, Harry. You can barely manage your own life, let alone bankrupt a company worth over twenty million pounds.”Adam smirked, straightening up. “That’s right. You don’t have the power to touch us. You’re just a nobody pretending to be someone important.” He turned to his girlfriend, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Honestly, Amelia, I’m starting to feel bad for him. This delusion must be tough to keep up.”Harry’s eyes narrowed, but he kept his composure. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, n

CHAPTER 7Harry walked down the dimly lit corridor, his mind preoccupied with the events of the evening. The opulence of the Sea Pavilion felt surreal, a stark contrast to the life he had known until recently. As he rounded a corner, he heard a familiar voice.“Harry? Is that you?”He turned to see Lily standing a few steps away, her eyes wide with surprise and her smile warm. “Lily? What are you doing here?” he asked, unable to hide his delight at seeing her.“I work here,” she replied, holding up a tray. “What about you? I didn’t expect to see you in a place like this.”Harry shrugged, his smile fading a little. “Just... dinner with some people.”Lily’s brow furrowed slightly as she studied him. “Are you okay? You look... different.”Harry laughed softly. “A lot has happened. I’m managing.”“You don’t have to pretend with me, you know,” she said gently, her eyes filled with concern. “I heard about your foster mother. Is she doing okay?”“She’s stable for now,” Harry replied, his voi

CHAPTER 9Fred Lyons glared at his son, the fury in his eyes matched only by the disappointment in his voice. “Peter, I’ve warned you time and again about your arrogance. You’ve disgraced this family for the last time!”Peter wiped the blood from his lip, his defiant glare meeting his father’s. “Dad, I didn’t do anything wrong! He’s nobody, just some loser trying to act tough. Why are you siding with him over me?”Fred’s hand struck out, the sound of the slap echoing through the lobby. “You insolent fool! Do you think this is about taking sides? You have no idea who you’ve insulted tonight!”Peter staggered, clutching his cheek, his eyes wide with shock. “But Dad—”“No buts!” Fred roared, his voice trembling with barely suppressed rage. “I’ve always told you to be humble, to respect people no matter who they are. And what have you done? You’ve acted like a spoiled brat, flaunting your wealth and power as if it makes you untouchable.”Peter straightened, his defiance still flickering.