The Slumdog Billionaire

67. $1, 650,000.00

Chapter Sixty Seven

Frustrated but determined, Henry pushed off on his bicycle, pedaling down the street, feeling the sting of humiliation settle into his bones.

The wind was cool, but his mind was ablaze with the memory of that woman’s sneer, her dismissive tone echoing in his head.

After a short ride, he approached the next dealership, a sleek Mercedes-Benz showroom. He hesitated for a second, catching his reflection in the glass: just him and his old bike. Shaking off the doubts, he stepped inside.

Almost immediately, a young salesman approached, his expression warm and welcoming. Noticing Henry’s slightly worn look, the young man offered a sympathetic smile.

“Welcome, sir. Would you like to take a seat?” he said, his voice kind and respectful. “Can I get you some cold water? You look like you’ve been through a lot.”

Surprised by the warmth, Henry nodded, taking the offered seat gratefully as the young man handed him a cold bottle of water.

“Thank you,” Henry murmured, taking a lo