Chapter Seventy Nine The thug leader paused, his gaze shifting to Henry with a curious glint in his eye. For a moment, he simply stared, then, as though struck by sudden recognition, he dipped his head in a respectful bow.“Henry, how are you doing?” the thug boss said, his tone laced with surprising deference. “I didn’t know it was you.”Henry blinked, momentarily confused, trying to place the man. But the thug leader continued, not giving him a chance to respond. “We met at the bank a while back,” he explained. “Your mother-in-law and her friends were having some issues, and you helped her out. We didn’t know who you were, but we respect your power. It’s like you’re a lord commander or something from another life.”The thug leader’s tone was so reverent that the crowd looked on in stunned silence. He kept his eyes on Henry, nodding as if he were in the presence of a superior.“No worries, Damon,” the thug leader said, still glancing occasionally at Henry with a measure of awe. “He
Chapter Eighty Henry stepped out of the bedroom, his gaze softening as he took in the sight of Jasmine. She looked radiant, her white silk dress cascading down like a waterfall, and the delicate crystal headband added an almost ethereal glow. A proud smile spread across his face as he walked over, offering her a single red rose."You look breathtaking," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her forehead gently.Jasmine’s cheeks flushed slightly as she took the rose, smiling up at him.“Thank you. You’ve really gone all out tonight… but you still haven’t told me what this surprise is.” She raised an eyebrow playfully, her curiosity evident.Henry chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Patience, my love. Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.”Soon, they were on their way in her Benz, the city lights flashing by as they drove. Jasmine kept stealing glances at Henry, trying to read his expression, but he remained cool and calm, his face giving nothing away. After a while, she couldn’t help
Chapter Eighty One The CEO, noticing Jasmine’s amused reaction to Kim’s obvious attempt at flaunting her relationship, turned to her with a polite but serious expression. Clearing his throat, he addressed her directly. “Just to clarify, Ms. Jasmine,” he began, “Kim Al isn’t my… ‘sugar baby,’ as you might think. In fact, we recently married in a private ceremony after my wife passed away. We wanted to avoid the public eye.” Jasmine blinked, her eyebrows lifting slightly, caught off guard by the unexpected news. Kim, catching this reaction, tilted her chin up, her face lighting up with smug satisfaction. She leaned into the CEO’s arm and laughed, a sharp, mocking sound that rang out. “Don’t mind them, my love,” Kim purred, glancing disdainfully at Jasmine and Henry. “Poor, dirty people are always going to have their little issues.” Her voice was filled with scorn. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they weren’t even allowed to sit inside. Maybe they’ll end up standing in the back with t
Chapter Eighty TwoThe CEO’s face twisted in fury, his normally calm demeanor shattered as he stared at Kim K. His voice was low, filled with barely restrained anger. “Kim,” he said through gritted teeth, “I cannot believe you would humiliate me like this in front of everyone. This… this is beyond anything I could have imagined.” Kim, realizing her grip on her new life was slipping fast, knelt down right there on the polished floor, tears streaming down her face. She reached out, clutching at the hem of his suit in desperation. “Please,” she choked out, her voice trembling. “I’m begging you. Don’t leave me. I… I’ve changed. I’m a new person now. Please, just forgive me.”The guests looked on, whispering in hushed tones as she sobbed. Kim’s mascara began to run, her carefully composed appearance unraveling as she pleaded with her husband. All the confidence and arrogance she had exuded just moments ago had dissolved, leaving her looking broken and desperate.The CEO’s face hardened,
Chapter Eighty ThreeHenry leaned close to Jasmine, his lips near her ear as he whispered, “Wait till you see the next surprise.”A spark of excitement lit up Jasmine’s eyes, but before she could ask more, he took her hand, guiding her through a hidden private exit, carefully maneuvering to keep them out of view from the curious eyes below. Jasmine stifled a laugh as they moved stealthily, her hand tightening around his as they slipped away from the watchful crowd without a single soul noticing.When they finally reached the car, Jasmine couldn’t help but laugh softly. “This mask… it’s fun. Gives me this mysterious vibe.” She touched the delicate lace and crystals, feeling a sense of excitement at their secrecy.Henry smiled, brushing a stray hair from her face. “Keep it on as long as you want. Tonight, mystery suits you.” He winked, settling into the passenger seat as Jasmine took the wheel of the car he’d given her—a luxurious vehicle she still couldn’t believe was hers.As they dr
Chapter Eighty Four Jasmine looked up at Henry, her eyes glistening with wonder. She smiled softly, squeezing his hand as they moved to the soft melody filling the rooftop. “Henry,” she asked, her voice a gentle whisper, “what’s the occasion tonight?”Henry’s eyes sparkled, and without saying a word, he released her hand, stepping back. Jasmine’s brow furrowed in confusion as he smiled, nodding toward the open space behind her. “Turn around,” he whispered.Heart pounding, Jasmine turned. Her breath caught as she saw Henry drop to one knee, a small velvet box open in his hand, revealing a glittering diamond ring that sparkled under the lights.“Jasmine,” Henry began, his voice filled with warmth and love. “I know I couldn’t give you the perfect wedding when we first started out. Life was different then, and I didn’t have much to offer. But today, on our anniversary, I wanted to do something special for you, something to show you how much you mean to me. Every day with you is a gift, a
Chapter Eighty Five Henry held Jasmine close as they danced, her question echoing in his mind. How was he supposed to explain all of this? He hesitated, his thoughts swirling. The truth was complicated—so tangled, even he struggled to make sense of it. He had always felt like a stranger in his own life, navigating a path that felt both surreal and uncertain. There were whispers about his family, rumors about a fortune and a legacy he hadn’t fully understood. His own past was a puzzle, missing pieces he had yet to find. He had no idea if his grandfather, the man rumored to be the linchpin of this vast, elusive fortune, was still alive. And with each passing day, Mr. Anderson, his trusted advisor, kept urging him to be patient, to wait. It was frustrating, but Henry knew he couldn’t risk pushing too hard. He had a good life, everything he needed, and more wealth than he could spend in a lifetime. Still, it felt fragile, like it could all vanish in an instant. That was why
Chapter Eighty Six After a long, magical night, Henry and Jasmine slipped quietly out of The Garden of Eden through a hidden exit, avoiding the paparazzi who still lingered outside. Laughing softly, they made their way to the car, and as they pulled onto the open road, Henry reached over, turning up the radio. A lively song filled the car, and without thinking, he pressed a button to open the roof, letting the cool night air rush in.They sang along, voices blending with the music as they sped down empty streets. Jasmine’s laughter echoed into the night, her hair blowing wildly in the breeze as she leaned back, savoring the freedom. By the time they reached home, their spirits were so high, they didn’t realize the noise had echoed through the quiet neighborhood, waking Jasmine’s mother.The moment they parked, Jasmine’s mother, Mrs. Woods, was already marching out of the house, her expression thunderous, her voice loud enough to wake the entire household.“Where are you two coming f