I Became A Trillionaire After Marrying A Lady Boss

CHAPTER HUNDRED & FORTY THREE

The city was a stranger again.

Reynolds took a ferry boat back into the heart of the suburbs, and when they passed under the bridge from which he had fallen, he gazed heavenwards.

As expected, there was no indication that once, there’d been an assassination attempt at the spot. The railing had been beaten back into shape. The sun overhead was a kindly thing, shining down as though it was afraid of its own intensity.

The ferryman dropped him off at the docks, and for the first time in months, his feet touched tarred ground. City ground. He plunged headfirst into the city and its early morning crowd, maneuvering his way through the wide flat streets and the narrow alleys. It was not long until he found himself a taxi to take him home.

He took in the scenery as they went: black gravel and white paint markings, buildings of minimalistic architecture, their glass-to-ceiling windows glinting with the sun. A woman pushed her baby in a stroller. A red scarf was slung around her neck and it