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The Slumdog Billionaire 131. Plane Crash
The plane shuddered again, a deafening explosion rocking the cabin. Henry tightened his grip on the edge of the doorframe, his voice cutting through the chaos.“Simon, status!” he barked.Simon’s voice crackled over the intercom, strained but clear. “We’re losing altitude! They’ve taken out one of the engines. We’ve got minutes, maybe less.”Henry turned to Léa, his gaze fierce. “You still think this is suicide?”Léa loaded her gun with a sharp click, her expression hardening. “If it is, I’m taking a few of them with me.”“Good,” Henry said. “Because there’s no turning back now.”The sound of bullets ripping through the plane’s exterior filled the cabin, the metallic screeches clawing at their ears. Henry kicked open the side hatch, the icy wind howling as it rushed in, whipping against their faces and stinging their skin.“Stay low!” he shouted over the roaring wind. “We need to hold them off until Simon gets us closer to the ground.”Léa pressed her back against the wall, her finger
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
The Slumdog Billionaire 4. Consortium Heir
Chapter Four Mr. Anderson nodded understandingly. “Take all the time you need, young master. I’ll be waiting for your call whenever you’re ready.” Henry stepped out of the car, his mind still reeling from everything he had just heard. The limousine quietly pulled away, leaving him standing outside the hospital, the black card burning a hole in his pocket. He still couldn’t shake the feeling that this was some kind of dream. Was he really a billionaire heir? Was all of this true? But he didn’t have time to dwell on it. The reverend's sister's life was hanging in the balance. He rushed back into the hospital and went straight to the head doctor, handing him the black card. The doctor eyed him curiously. “Are you sure this will work?” he asked, swiping the card into the payment system. Henry nodded, though doubt still gnawed at him. But to his surprise, the machine beeped, and the doctor’s eyes widened. “Congratulations,” the doctor said, glancing up at Henry with surpris
The Slumdog Billionaire 5. Am I Dreaming?
Chapter Five "I’m so sorry, Henry," Jasmine whispered, her voice trembling as she touched his bruised arm. "You don’t deserve this." Henry smiled weakly and kissed her on the forehead. "Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine." That night, after the argument settled, Henry had no choice but to sleep on the cold floor, as he often did. His mother-in-law had made it clear long ago that he wasn’t allowed to share the bed with Jasmine. Early the next morning, Henry woke up before dawn, his body stiff and sore from the hard floor. Jasmine was still asleep, and he leaned down to gently kiss her forehead. She stirred slightly, smiling up at him. “I promise, Jasmine,” Henry said quietly, “I’ll work hard. I’ll make sure you live like the queen you deserve to be.” Jasmine chuckled softly, still half asleep. “Stop dreaming, Henry. We’re poor, and now I don’t even have an allowance. Grandma cut me off. They’ll never let us live in peace.” Henry hesitated, wanting to tell her about
The Slumdog Billionaire 6. Lost 500 Million Dollars
Chapter Six The receptionist’s eyes widened for a brief second, and then she quickly stood up, her posture becoming more respectful. “Oh! Of course, Mr. Henry Knight.The vice president has been expecting you.” Her sudden change in tone caught Henry off guard, but he followed her as she led him to a private glass elevator. The elevator had a spectacular view of the city as it ascended, and Henry couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe as the towering buildings of the metropolis came into view. When the elevator reached one of the highest floors, the doors slid open with a soft *ding*. Henry stepped out and immediately found himself in front of an office that was unlike anything he had ever seen. It was sleek, modern, and smelled faintly of expensive perfume. The vice president’s office was filled with rich, dark furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the skyline. But what really caught Henry off guard was the person standing behind the d
The Slumdog Billionaire 7. The Secret Young Master
Chapter Seven Stella’s eyes narrowed, and she opened her mouth to fire back, but Stefan quickly placed a hand on her arm, squeezing it gently. “Don’t,” he whispered, his voice tight with warning. “We need this contract with Hexagon. Don’t mess this up.” Stella bit her tongue, glaring at the receptionist, but she stayed silent. Stefan continued to whisper urgently, “If we don’t get this contract, all our investments will be ruined. We’ll go bankrupt. My father assured me that Hexagon is one of his partners for electricity supply, so we should have an advantage. Don’t blow it.” Stella, still fuming, nodded reluctantly. Her bratty, spoiled nature made it hard for her to stay quiet, but she understood how high the stakes were. Without Hexagon, their entire financial future was in jeopardy. Two hours dragged by, and no one had attended to them. Stella’s patience finally snapped. She stood up abruptly and marched over to the receptionist’s desk, her face twisted with anger.
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