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The Slumdog Billionaire 22. The Vice President’s Slut
Chapter Twenty Two Late that night, long after Jasmine had gone to bed, Jasper and his mother crept silently down the dark hallway toward their grandmother’s room. The house was quiet, the only sound being the faint creak of the wooden floors beneath their feet. Jasper glanced over at his mother, who gave him a firm nod, urging him forward. They had a plan, and they needed to execute it perfectly. When they reached Grandmother Woods’ door, Jasper gently pushed it open. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. Grandmother Woods was sitting up in bed, her silver hair pinned neatly as always. She looked up from the book she was reading, her face calm, but there was a glint of curiosity in her eyes. “What are you two doing here at this hour?” she asked, her voice low but firm. Jasper exchanged a quick look with his mother before stepping forward. “Grandmother,” he began, his voice smooth, “we know the president of HEXAGON h
The Slumdog Billionaire 23. Diamonds & Birkins
Chapter Twenty-Three Knight gently lifted Jasmine into his arms, carrying her bridal style as he left the chaotic scene behind them. She clung to him, her body weak and trembling, but she felt safe in his arms. His strong, muscular build made her feel like nothing could harm her as long as he was near. Her head rested against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and for a moment, the storm swirling around her seemed to fade into the background. As they reached their room, he pushed the door open with his foot and carried her inside, setting her down gently on the bed. Jasmine watched silently as he walked toward the bathroom, turning on the shower. The sound of running water filled the room, and Knight came back, kneeling in front of her. "Let me take care of you," he said softly, his voice filled with tenderness. He began unbuttoning her dress with careful hands, his touch gentle and respectful. Jasmine didn’t say a word, simply watching him, overwhelmed by
The Slumdog Billionaire 24. The Stolen Black Card
Chapter Twenty Four The sales assistant glanced at Henry the moment he walked into the luxurious boutique. Her eyes trailed over his casual outfit—faded jeans, scuffed boots, and a simple black t-shirt. She rolled her eyes. He clearly didn't belong here. She watched him wander toward the luxury items, looking out of place against the sparkling displays of exclusivity. "You should find your way out once you see the price tags," she muttered under her breath, barely loud enough for her colleague to hear, who snickered quietly. Henry, however, seemed oblivious to the judging looks. He took his time, moving leisurely around the exquisite items on display—Hermès shoes, bags, clothes, sunglasses—a collection of beautiful masterpieces, each more luxurious than the last. Everything was carefully curated, designed to make anyone feel like royalty. But Henry didn’t feel overwhelmed or intimidated. He felt excited. He had a purpose. As he wandered, his eyes scanned the displays, searchin
The Slumdog Billionaire 25. The Grand General Commander
Chapter Twenty Five The policemen froze, gripping Henry’s arms tightly as the helicopter’s blades roared above them. Dust and debris swirled around as it landed. They exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what was about to unfold. As soon as the helicopter touched down, the doors slid open. Mr. Anderson stepped out, flanked by the Chief of Army Staff and four heavily armed Airforce men. With them was Anderson’s personal bodyguard, a huge man dressed in black, his expression unreadable but intimidating. Without a word, Anderson signaled to his guard. Before the officers could react, they were met with swift, stinging slaps that echoed across the parking lot. One of the policemen staggered back from the impact, wide-eyed. “Uncuff him,” Anderson ordered, his voice cold and commanding. Shocked and reeling from the sudden slap, the officers scrambled to obey, fumbling with the handcuffs. Henry felt the cuffs fall to the ground and rubbed his wrists, completely bewildered by what had ju
The Slumdog Billionaire 26. Garden Of Eden
Chapter Twenty Six Henry Knights leaned back in his office chair, scrolling through emails when a notification popped up on his screen. Clicking on it, he was greeted by a headline that took him by surprise. “The mysterious mafia Lord” “The General commander has no face “ “The Wizard Lord” “The Zillionaire master” “The Birkin Zadddy “ “Who is the lucky woman ?” The entire town was buzzing about a mysterious and powerful billionaire, a man whom even the army feared. His eyebrows furrowed as he skimmed through the comments on various blogs and celebrity social media pages. Speculation about this billionaire ran wild—some claimed he was a reincarnated figure, others raved about his incredible wealth. Mothers were even joking about marrying their daughters off to him, even as a second wife. Henry couldn’t help but smirk. All this chatter, and yet not a single mention of HEXAGON CONSORTIUM. His secret was safe. As long as no one tied his name to the wealth and power he t
The Slumdog Billionaire 27. The Bad Doctor
Chapter Twenty Seven Henry chuckled as he listened to Zack’s mocking tone on the other end of the line. “Money won’t be a problem,” Henry replied confidently. But before he could say more, Zack interrupted, laughing loudly. “I’m coming downstairs. Give me a minute,” Zack said with a sly undertone, and the line went dead. Henry pocketed his phone, standing calmly by the entrance as he waited. The evening breeze brushed against his skin, but his thoughts were far from serene. He hadn’t expected Zack to be involved with this place, let alone treat him with such open hostility. As he looked around the lush surroundings of The Garden of Eden, he wondered what exactly had changed between them. A few minutes later, Zack stepped out of the building, strutting toward Henry in a three-piece designer suit that seemed a little too snug on his body. The buttons strained, and his confident walk had a hint of arrogance. As he reached Henry, Zack burst into laughter. “I had to see you for my
The Slumdog Billionaire 28. The Italian Mafia
Chapter Twenty Eight *Boom doom krrrsk* Henry's fist connected with Zack's gut, hard. The impact made Zack buckle over instantly, gasping for air as he crumpled to the floor like a weakling. He groaned in pain, clutching his stomach, but before he could recover, Henry's face was already twisted with fury. "You ruined my life as a doctor," Henry seethed, standing over Zack with clenched fists. "And don't you ever dare insult my wife again." Zack, fueled by a mix of rage and humiliation, scrambled to his feet. "You think you can hit me?!" he spat, swinging wildly at Henry, but he was too slow. Henry easily sidestepped his weak attempt and retaliated with a brutal right hook that sent Zack stumbling back, his lip splitting open. Blood sprayed across Zack's face, staining his designer suit. “You're pathetic," Henry muttered under his breath as he delivered another punch to Zack's jaw, knocking out one of his teeth. The blood poured from Zack's mouth as he cried out in pain, d
The Slumdog Billionaire 29. The Powerful Boss
Chapter Twenty Nine Zack stumbled down the hallway, blood still trickling from his mouth, his body aching from the punches Henry had delivered. His mind was spinning, but one thought kept repeating in his head—Who the hell is Henry Knights? He couldn’t wrap his head around it. How could this “nobody” have the power to call in someone like Isabella? Someone with enough authority to fire a whole team of security without even breaking a sweat? Zack wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand, his teeth clenched in rage. As he turned a corner, he spotted the security guards who had just been fired because of him. Their faces were red with anger, their fists balled as they gathered in a tight group, muttering amongst themselves. “What do you want?” Zack sneered, still trying to keep a shred of his dignity intact. One of the guards, a large man with tattoos snaking up his arms, stepped forward. His face was filled with fury. “You got us all fired, you piece of trash,” he
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