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The Slumdog Billionaire 115. Crazy Ass Wickedness
Henry’s fingers brushed over the cold surface of the gold bar, its weight palpable even without lifting it. The cabin’s warm light contrasted sharply with the tension crackling in the air, a heat that Léa’s unwavering gaze only intensified.She smirked, leaning back against the edge of the table. “You’re hesitating, Henry. Not like you, is it? Or are you just… afraid?”“I don’t hesitate,” Henry said, his voice low and sharp. “I calculate. And what I’m calculating right now is whether this is a trap.”Léa laughed, the sound both mocking and alluring, echoing softly through the enclosed cabin. “A trap? If I wanted to trap you, Henry, you’d already be caught.”“Bold claim,” he countered, rising from his seat. The plush leather groaned as he moved, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. “But I’ve seen men smarter than you try to pull the same game. So tell me, Léa, what’s this really about?”Her eyes darkened, her smirk fading into a thin line. She stepped closer, her heels clicking ag
The Slumdog Billionaire 116. Face slap
Henry leaned back in the seat, staring at the untouched gold bar. Its surface gleamed under the dim cabin lights, mocking him with its quiet allure. His thoughts churned, Léa's words replaying in his mind like a haunting melody.The door opened abruptly, the rush of cool air breaking his reverie. Simon, his trusted pilot, stepped in, his boots clicking softly against the polished floor.“Everything alright, sir?” Simon asked, his sharp eyes flickering to the gold bar before settling on Henry.Henry nodded, though his jaw tightened. “Just fine. Ready to take off?”Simon hesitated, sensing the unease in his boss. “We’ll be airborne in five minutes. Just waiting for clearance.”“Good,” Henry said, his tone clipped. He dismissed Simon with a wave, his gaze shifting back to the gold. The weight of Léa’s words pressed down on him, heavier than the metal itself.The faint hum of the engines grew louder, signaling their imminent ascent. But Henry couldn’t shake the tension coiling in his ches
The Slumdog Billionaire 117. Business Mogul Deal
Henry’s glass clinked softly as he set it down. His fingers tightened around the edges of the bar, the chill of the surface grounding him. The jet’s steady hum was the only sound in the cabin, but his mind roared with unspoken words.The door burst open again, and this time, Simon stood there, his face unreadable.“We’re in the air, sir,” he announced. His tone was neutral, but his eyes scanned Henry’s face, reading every line of tension. “Anything else you need?”Henry shook his head, his lips pressed into a firm line. “No. Just keep us on course.”Simon hesitated for a moment before nodding and closing the door behind him. Alone again, Henry exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. The weight of Léa’s words pressed on him, louder now than the engines beneath his feet.But his solitude was fleeting. Léa barged back into the room like a storm, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor.“You can’t just dismiss me like that,” she snapped, her voice cutting through
The Slumdog Billionaire 228. A new deal
Here is your punctuated text:Henry leaned back in the seat, staring at the untouched gold bar. Its surface gleamed under the dim cabin lights, mocking him with its quiet allure. His thoughts churned, Léa’s words replaying in his mind like a haunting melody.The door opened abruptly, the rush of cool air breaking his reverie. Simon, his trusted pilot, stepped in, his boots clicking softly against the polished floor.“Everything alright, sir?” Simon asked, his sharp eyes flickering to the gold bar before settling on Henry.Henry nodded, though his jaw tightened. “Just fine. Ready to take off?”Simon hesitated, sensing the unease in his boss. “We’ll be airborne in five minutes. Just waiting for clearance.”“Good,” Henry said, his tone clipped. He dismissed Simon with a wave, his gaze shifting back to the gold. The weight of Léa’s words pressed down on him, heavier than the metal itself.The faint hum of the engines grew louder, signaling their imminent ascent. But Henry couldn’t shake t
The Slumdog Billionaire 129. The Trap
Henry stood there, the hum of the engines a constant reminder that they were airborne, untethered from the world below. The gold bar caught his gaze again, its shine unrelenting under the dim lights. It wasn’t just wealth sitting there—it was a problem, one that carried the weight of Léa’s warning.He poured another drink, the clink of ice breaking the stillness. The whiskey swirled, amber and hypnotic, before he downed it in one gulp. The burn seared his throat, but it was a welcome distraction.The door opened again. This time, Simon’s frame filled the doorway, his sharp eyes scanning the room with precision.“Trouble?” Simon asked, his voice low, measured.Henry didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned the glass in his hand, the grooves pressing into his palm. Finally, he spoke.“Just questions without answers.”Simon stepped in, closing the door behind him. “Questions, or regrets?”Henry’s jaw tightened. “What do you know about regrets?”Simon smirked, leaning against the wal
The Slumdog Billionaire 1. Divorce Your Wife
Chapter One “Divorce your wife.” Henry blinked, certain he had heard wrong. He looked at Grandmother Woods, her words dripping with venom. He felt a chill run down his spine. Did she really just say that? “Grandma, I don’t understand what you mean. You know how much I love Jasmine!” Henry’s voice trembled, the pain and confusion clear in his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Grandma Woods didn’t flinch. She folded her arms, eyes narrowing as if she were looking at something beneath her. “If you truly loved my granddaughter, you’d be more than just a failure. You wouldn’t be standing here like a pathetic beggar…. You’ve been nothing but a burden to this family. A useless, lazy son-in-law who hasn’t added a single dollar to our empire. And now, you dare ask for one million dollars? Have you completely lost your mind?” The room grew tense. Henry could feel several eyes boring into him, but none felt as sharp as Grandma Woods’ words. He glanced at Jasmine, sta
The Slumdog Billionaire 2. Mysterious Limousine
Chapter Two On his way out, Stefan poured wine on the floor and it stained Henry’s only khaki trouser. “Oh , that was totally a mistake. I will check and see if I have any old boxers of mine to dash your poor ass” He said, smirking wickedly. Without waiting for a response Henry turned and walked out of the lavish party which cost about 9 million dollars to decorate. Jasmine’s tears were streaming down her face as she watched Henry leave the ballroom. She felt helpless, torn between the love of her life and the overbearing control of her family. Her grandmother, Grandmother Woods, turned to her sharply, her eyes filled with disdain. "Stop crying, Jasmine. Close your mouth," Grandmother Woods ordered, her voice cold and unforgiving. “You’ll divorce him if he refuses to do it himself. That boy is a stain on this family, and I won’t allow him to drag us down any longer.” Jasmine wiped her eyes, shaking her head. “Why would I do that? Henry has been nothing but a good and r
The Slumdog Billionaire 3. 50 Billion Dollars Black Card
Chapter Three His sharp, cold eyes locked onto Henry, and without a word, he gestured for Henry to approach. Henry hesitated, his instincts telling him to run, but something about the man’s calm demeanour held him in place. “You’re Henry, correct?” the man asked, his voice authoritative. “Who are you?” The man didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped aside, motioning for Henry to get into the limousine. “Get in. We need to talk,” he said, leaving no room for argument. Henry glanced around, his heart still racing, unsure of what to do. He was desperate, and desperate men don’t have the luxury of asking too many questions. He took a deep breath and stepped inside the limousine, the door closing behind him with a soft thud. Henry sat stiffly in the back of the luxurious limousine, glancing nervously at the man in the black suit sitting across from him. The silence was thick, and Henry, still rattled from nearly being hit by the car, finally broke it. “Who are yo
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