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The Slumdog Billionaire 105. Moan My Name
Chapter One Hundred And Five Henry swung the scythe down with precision, cutting through the tall grasses that had taken over the Woods mansion grounds. The rhythmic slice and crunch of the blades against the stems was oddly satisfying, the fresh scent of green filling the air. He paused to wipe the sweat from his brow, gazing around at the sprawling landscape, pleased with the progress he was making.As he raised the scythe for another swing, his phone rang, the sharp sound slicing through the quiet. Henry frowned, pulling off his gloves and fishing the phone out of his pocket. Another call. He muttered under his breath, “What’s up with women calling me today? Don’t they know I’m married?”A smile tugged at his lips as he thought of Jasmine, his incredible, beautiful wife. She was his anchor, his everything, and he wouldn’t betray her trust for the world.Reluctantly, he answered the call, his tone polite but guarded. “Hello?”“Henry, darling! It’s Lea,” the voice on the other en
The Slumdog Billionaire 106. Sleep With Me For 100,000 Dollars
Chapter One Hundred And SixHenry’s phone buzzed, displaying an address to a hotel in the upscale district of the capital. The message was short, simply, “Meet here at 8 PM.” Henry sighed, glancing around at the last patch of grass he had yet to cut. Work had kept him grounded, his mind clear, and now this request from Lea felt intrusive, like a whisper from a past he’d tried to leave behind.He shook off the thought and returned to work, feeling the burn in his arms as he swung the scythe with rhythmic precision. As the evening shadows began to stretch across the mansion grounds, he heard his phone ring again. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he picked it up.“Hello?”“Mr. Henry?” came a formal voice. “I am your driver. I’m here to take you to meet Miss Léa.”Henry sighed. Jasmine was still at work, and he doubted she’d be back anytime soon. He showered, letting the hot water soothe his muscles, and then changed into a crisp shirt and dark pants, something that looked respectabl
The Slumdog Billionaire 107. I Need A Gun In France
Chapter One Hundred And Seven Henry shook his head firmly, his voice low but resolute. “Léa, I can’t do this. I’m married, and I respect my wife too much to betray her.”Léa’s smile only widened, a glint of amusement in her eyes as she leaned in closer. “Oh, Henry, it doesn’t have to matter. Your wife doesn’t have to know, does she? I mean, it looks like you haven’t had… a little excitement in a while, handsome.”He flinched at her words, a pang hitting him because she was partially right. But his resolve was unshakable. “It’s not about that. I’m against cheating, Léa. Infidelity goes against everything I believe in. If this is why you called me here, then I’ll be taking my leave.”Léa’s face faltered, just for a split second, as his words struck a nerve. Her lips tightened, and for a brief moment, a flash of disbelief crossed her face. Never before had a man refused her. She cleared her throat, her tone suddenly sharper, masking her embarrassment with a cold, detached edge.“Well
The Slumdog Billionaire 108. Rich Corrupt People
Chapter One Hundred And Eught Henry shifted uneasily, his mind racing with doubts as he eyed the towering structure in front of them. Just as he was about to voice his concerns, Léa glanced over her shoulder, rolling her eyes in exasperation.“Relax, Henry,” she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. “I’m not going to kidnap you. Frankly, you’re too useless for that. Do you even have anyone who’d bother to bail you out? With the way your father-in-law treats you like garbage?”Henry flinched, her words hitting harder than he cared to admit. Before he could respond, Léa placed her palm on a seemingly empty section of the wall, and with a low mechanical hum, a hidden door slid open. A blast of cool air hit them, carrying the scent of polished metal and money.They stepped into a high-ceilinged chamber, and Henry’s eyes widened. Everywhere he looked, rows upon rows of neatly stacked money filled metal racks, each bundle pristine and secured. The sheer scale of wealth was overwhelm
The Slumdog Billionaire 109. It Is 500 Million Dollars Fake
Chapter One Hundred And Nine “Father," Léa insisted, her voice sharp but laced with reassurance. "Everything will be fine. I trust Henry."The older man’s gaze hardened, his lips curling slightly. "And if I don’t get a good feeling about him, or if anything goes wrong?"Léa shrugged casually. "Then you can just kill him off. No big deal. He’s trash. I doubt anyone will give a damn about his whereabouts, especially since we’re in a foreign country."Henry stiffened, the cold indifference in her tone slicing through him. The father turned, fixing Henry with a chilling, scrutinizing look."And don’t think we’re in France just because we speak French," he sneered, taking a step closer, his expression full of disdain. Henry held his breath, his mind racing.With a dismissive wave, the older man gestured for him to approach. "Come here."Henry hesitated, his legs stiff but obedient as he stepped forward. The man handed him a pair of black, delicate gloves."Put these on," he commanded. "Ex
The Slumdog Billionaire 110. Dirty Slap
Chapter One Hundred And TenThe father’s face twisted with fury. “What nonsense!” he roared, his voice booming across the marble room, filling it with venom. Before Henry could react, a sharp slap landed on his cheek, the force of it sending him reeling back a step. Pain shot through his face, radiating from the stinging mark. He tasted blood on his lip but forced himself to stay steady, unwilling to let his fear show.“My best art collector assured me this was the original!” the father spat, his eyes blazing with anger. He turned to Léa, disgust plain on his face. “Where did you find this dumb beggar?” His voice was laced with contempt, his gaze bearing down on her.Léa flinched, a flicker of fear crossing her face. She opened her mouth, but no words came. Instead, she lowered her head, her confidence stripped away under her father’s harsh gaze. He sneered, watching her silence with satisfaction.“Kill him for wasting my time,” he ordered with cold finality, his hand dismissing Hen
The Slumdog Billionaire 111. Gold Bars
Chapter One Hundred And Eleven Lea’s dangerous and bossy father’s eyes blazed with a fury that could have scorched the room itself. Without a second thought, he raised his walking stick high and brought it down on the art collector’s shoulder with a sickening thud.“You know what you’ve nearly cost me today?” he roared, striking the man again, this time across the back. The collector stumbled, crashing onto the polished marble floor.“What will the Hexagon Consortium boss think if he realizes I gave him a fake collection?” he demanded, his voice dripping with venom. “Are you trying to ruin me? Are you… a fraud?”The art collector, now crumpled and broken on the floor, clutched at the edge of his coat, shaking his head frantically, tears streaming down his face. “Please… please, sir, I didn’t know. I swear… I thought it was real…”But Léa’s father sneered, towering over him like a merciless god. “Save your pathetic excuses. I don’t want to hear them.”He glanced at his men, his voice
The Slumdog Billionaire 112. Don’t Dare Cheat
Henry’s gaze flickered between Léa and the glinting gold bar on the table, his expression unreadable. She leaned closer, the playful smirk on her face twisting into something more calculating, more dangerous. It was a look he recognized well—a look that said she was holding all the cards and daring him to play. “Henry, don’t tell me you’re backing down,” she whispered, her voice dripping with mock disappointment. Her fingers toyed with the gold bar, tapping it rhythmically as if each tap was meant to break down his restraint, test his limits. “I thought you were different from the others. I thought you could handle a little… challenge.”He chuckled softly, not breaking eye contact. “Challenge? Or manipulation?”“Oh, I don’t manipulate,” she replied, her voice smooth as silk. “I simply… present opportunities.”“Opportunities?” He let the word hang in the air, his tone laced with skepticism. “Is that what this is to you?”Léa’s gaze was steady, unwavering. “Call it what you want, but y
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