The Slumdog Billionaire

71. F1 Racer Douchebag

Chapter Seventy One

Damon and Henry sat together on the patio, chatting like old friends. Damon’s wife, Jasmine, moved through the small gathering, offering drinks and food with a warm smile.

The evening was going smoothly—laughter, the gentle clinking of glasses, the warmth of friendship filling the air.

Suddenly, the peace was shattered by the roar of an engine. A sleek sports car’s rumble grew louder, turning heads. The Ferrari Turbo skidded to a dramatic stop at the end of the driveway, its tires smoking slightly, the metallic red paint gleaming in the fading sunlight. All eyes turned to watch.

Henry frowned, recognizing the theatrics. Damon sighed quietly, sharing a knowing look with Henry.

“It’s Alexander, isn’t it?” Henry muttered.

“It’s always Alexander,” Damon confirmed with a resigned nod.

Alexander stepped out slowly, as if each movement was a carefully crafted show. He wore a crisp designer suit, sunglasses perched on his nose even though the sun was nearly gone. His ch