Revenge Of The Rejected Son-in-law

79. The Secret Camera

Chapter Seventy Nine

In the dimly lit room, Henry stirred restlessly, his head pounding in rhythmic protest to the silence that enveloped him.

As consciousness slowly returned, he groaned, blinking against the harsh morning light that streamed through tattered curtains, turning dust particles into dancing specks of gold.

The room itself was a haze of vibrant colours, neon lights casting their shimmering glow on provocative posters and worn-out furniture.

Barely able to recollect the events of the previous night, Henry's eyes darted around the unfamiliar space.

The air was heavy with the scent of cheap perfume and the faint lingering smell of alcohol. A faint blush crept across his cheeks as he realised the provocative nature of the room he had found himself in.

His memory was foggy, like a puzzle missing crucial pieces. He faintly recalled a raucous party, thumping music, and a blur of faces—strangers laughing, dancing, and raising their glasses in celebration. The reckless abandon