The Slumdog Billionaire

45. The Black Limousine

Chapter Forty-Five

The hum of the luxury car engine announced his arrival before anyone saw it.

The Prince of Dubai’s limousine pulled up in front of the bank, its glossy black surface gleaming under the sunlight.

It was the kind of vehicle that made people stop and stare—long, sleek, and extravagant, as if it were a mobile palace.

The length alone made it look more like a moving apartment than a car. As the doors opened, his chauffeur stepped out with precision, quickly rolling out a long red carpet across the sidewalk. His voice boomed across the entrance as he called out, “The Prince of Dubai is here!”

Heads turned in unison, gasps escaping the crowd of women gathered outside. Henry stood silently in the background, watching the spectacle unfold with mild amusement.

But the women, especially his mother-in-law and her elite friends, were almost vibrating with excitement. Their eyes were wide with anticipation.

The Prince emerged gracefully, his pristine white gown flowing with e