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The Slumdog Billionaire 96. Wayward Heir
Chapter Ninety Six Jasper leaned back, savoring the taste of smoke and the burn of liquor as he glanced around the room. The haze of shisha filled the air, clouding the small VIP lounge in a mix of spices and tobacco. He could feel the weight of eyes on him, the girls' laughter dancing around his ears, each one vying for a moment of his attention. One of the girls leaned in close, her perfume filling his senses, warm and floral, cutting through the dense smoke. Her hand brushed his jaw, her fingers lingering as she whispered, “So, tell us, Mr. Future CEO, when do we get to see this empire of yours?” Jasper chuckled, the sound deep and careless. "Soon, sweetheart. Soon enough, the world will be ours." His voice dripped with confidence, his eyes glinting with a cocky thrill as he threw back another shot, the fiery liquid trailing down his throat. Another girl, with dark eyes that seemed to spark under the low lights, slipped onto his lap, her fingers tracing the collar of his shir
The Slumdog Billionaire 97. New Senator’s Mistress
Chapter Ninety Seven Henry’s phone buzzed sharply on his desk, piercing through the silence of his office. Glancing down, he saw Damon’s name flash across the screen, but when he answered, he was met with only ragged breaths and desperate gasps. “Damon?” Henry’s voice rose, laced with urgency. “Are you… are you okay?” Through the phone, he heard Damon’s strained voice, barely a whisper, as though each word took all the strength he had. “Henry… please… I—” The words faltered, then the line went silent except for Damon’s harsh, shallow breaths. Henry’s heart pounded, a knot of worry tightening in his chest. Without a second thought, he abandoned the stacks of paperwork before him, his hands moving on instinct as he activated the hidden switch for the private elevator in his office. The elevator descended silently, cutting through floors to the underground exit reserved for the inner circle of the HEXAGON CONSORTIUM. Emerging into the dim light, he dialed an Uber and waited, every s
The Slumdog Billionaire 98. The Arrogant Senator
Chapter Ninety Eight Damon took a deep, shaky breath, his voice raw and trembling as he looked at Henry. “She… she demanded the raw gold jar you gifted me, Henry,” Damon began, his hands trembling. “The one you gave me when I opened this pharmacy.” Henry’s eyes narrowed, his mouth pressing into a thin line as he listened. “When I told her I was going to divorce her… she didn’t even care. She just laughed, told me I was a ‘poor fool,’ and then… then, she had her new man—the senator—send his boys to beat the life out of me. My own wife just stood there, laughing as they kicked me, mocking me, calling me a ‘worthless man.’” Damon’s voice broke, and he clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. “She… she actually looked at me, laughing, like I was nothing. She insulted me, said I was lucky she even bothered to look in my direction. And while I was on the ground, Henry, beaten half to death… she let that senator put his hands all over her. He… he kissed her, grabbed her li
The Slumdog Billionaire 99. From Boss To Kung Fu Lord
Chapter Ninety Nine The senator staggered back, gasping for breath, his eyes darting around the wrecked pharmacy. His men were groaning on the floor, beaten and bruised, and Damon’s pharmacy looked like a battleground. His eyes flickered to his phone. “I’ll call the police,” he muttered, half to himself, reaching into his pocket. But then, a thought struck him cold. The police? With his wife and four children overseas? If this turned into a public mess, he’d lose everything he’d carefully built. The scandal could destroy his career . All it would take was one headline, and he’d be finished—disgraced as the senator who couldn’t control his wife or his own thugs. He clenched his jaw, his hand frozen over his phone. “No,” he murmured, drawing himself up and straightening his tie, his mind already racing for a different solution. “I need someone better than police. I need… an expert.” The senator’s face twisted into a sneer as he thought of Henry standing there, smug and self-assu
The Slumdog Billionaire 100. The Trigger
Chapter Hundred The fighters moved in unison, circling Henry, their eyes cold, calculating. Their movements were precise, deadly, and one of them shifted his stance, his hand poised to strike a lethal blow. Henry braced himself, every muscle tensed, knowing this could be the end. But just as the fighter was about to make his move, the leader’s gaze caught on something that stopped him cold. “Wait!” the leader barked, his voice sharp, halting his men in mid-motion. His eyes were fixed on Henry’s hand, a look of shock overtaking his face. Henry followed the man’s gaze, confused, and noticed that he was staring at the ancient, weathered ring he wore—a ring he’d never thought much of until now. The leader’s face drained of color as he moved closer, his eyes wide with disbelief. Slowly, reverently, he reached out and touched the ring, his fingers trembling as if he were touching something sacred. Henry stared back, bewildered, his pulse racing. He felt the leader’s hand graze his,
The Slumdog Billionaire 101. The master commander of war
Chapter One Hundred And One Before the senator could squeeze the trigger, the warriors moved like shadows—so fast and silent that the senator barely had time to blink before the gun was wrenched from his grip. The cold muzzle of his own weapon was now pressed against his temple. The lead warrior held the gun, his expression unreadable as he turned to Henry, bowing his head slightly. “Lord Commander,” he said respectfully, “what would you have us do with this man?” Henry’s mind reeled. “Lord Commander”? He didn’t know what was happening, but the weight of the title and the reverence in their voices left him feeling a strange mixture of power and bewilderment. The ancient ring on his finger felt heavy, almost as if it pulsed with some unknown energy. He stared down at it, realizing it was no ordinary ring. But if these men saw him as a leader, maybe he could use this to his advantage. Clearing his throat, he straightened, pacing slowly, letting the silence linger as he thought. He
The Slumdog Billionaire 102. Bloody revengeful !
Chapter One Hundred And Two Henry’s lips curled into a soft, almost amused smile as he heard the senator’s muffled shouts of insult, even as he was being dragged toward a sleek car, Damon’s wife still by his side. The man was relentless, stubborn, completely unable to see past his pride. Henry’s gaze turned to Damon, who looked at him with quiet disbelief. “He hasn’t learned a thing,” Henry murmured, shaking his head. “Damon, I want this recorded live. I want the world to see who this man really is.” He gave the warriors a nod. “Make sure he never forgets this lesson. Ever.” Damon fumbled for his phone, his hands shaking slightly, but the look in his eyes was resolute. He hit the record button, live-streaming as the warriors pulled the senator back, his protests rising in frantic yells. But before the senator could fight back, one of the warriors produced a pair of pliers, gripping his hand with iron force. The senator’s eyes widened, a scream of terror escaping his lips as the
The Slumdog Billionaire 103. Betrayal Of An Unfaithful Wife
Chapter One Hundred And Three Damon’s wife’s face twisted, her hands shaking. She looked helpless, her own shame mingling with fear as she faced Henry. “Please… Henry, I… I never wanted this. I’ll do anything to make it right. Just don’t let them hurt me!” Henry tilted his head, studying her for a long moment, his gaze icy. “Anything?” he repeated, his voice low. “Then you’ll never betray another man’s trust. Ever.” He turned to the warriors, giving them a silent signal. The men stepped forward, their eyes cold and unfeeling as they surrounded Damon’s wife. She trembled, her breath coming in quick gasps, fear turning her face as pale as death. One of the warriors drew his sword, the blade gleaming under the dim lights of the room. With a swift, practiced motion, he swung it through the air, striking her hair with precise force. Long strands fell to the ground, leaving her hair uneven, butchered. She screamed, clutching at her scalp, her voice raw with terror. But the warr
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