Scum Husband Became A Billionaire Genius

The Mysterious Lady

Finally, with a quiet click, the ropes around Henry's wrists loosened. He subtly stretched his fingers, testing the regained mobility. The scar-faced leader, still lost in his monologue, failed to notice the subtle change.

Taking a deep breath, Henry made eye contact with Emily, silently conveying that the moment of opportunity had arrived. He drew the scar-faced leader's attention, interrupting the ongoing tirade.

"You know, I don't suppose you have any snacks around here, do you?" Henry feigned nonchalance, as if the dire situation hadn't affected him.

The scar-faced leader scowled, his patience wearing thin. "This is not a joking matter. Mr Mickelson wants you guys to be dealt with. Next time, you won't dare him."

Henry, seizing the moment, leaned forward in his chair, feigning concern.

"Look, my poor wife here," he nodded toward Emily, "she's been feeling a bit weak. Maybe she's hungry and thirsty. You wouldn't want her passing out on you, would you?"

The scar-faced leader, moment