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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
The Slumdog Billionaire 104. Cut Off His Manhood
Chapter One Hundred And Four Henry looked at the senator, lying on the ground, broken and humiliated, and spoke to the warriors with calm authority. “If you ever catch him cheating on his wife again,” Henry said, his voice low, filled with quiet menace, “cut off his manhood.” The senator’s eyes widened with horror, but he was too weak to protest. The warriors bowed, a silent acknowledgment of the command. “Thank you for everything,” Henry continued, a note of gratitude in his voice. “And… please keep this whole incident a secret.” The lead warrior stepped forward, his expression one of deep respect as he bent down, pressing his lips to the ring on Henry’s finger. “We would never dare to reveal anything, Lord Commander. If ever you need us, simply call, and we shall be there within seven minutes, no matter where you are.” Henry nodded, humbled by their reverence, and watched as they faded into the shadows, leaving the senator and his wife to their shame. The day's weight press
The Slumdog Billionaire 105. Moan My Name
Chapter One Hundred And Five Henry swung the scythe down with precision, cutting through the tall grasses that had taken over the Woods mansion grounds. The rhythmic slice and crunch of the blades against the stems was oddly satisfying, the fresh scent of green filling the air. He paused to wipe the sweat from his brow, gazing around at the sprawling landscape, pleased with the progress he was making.As he raised the scythe for another swing, his phone rang, the sharp sound slicing through the quiet. Henry frowned, pulling off his gloves and fishing the phone out of his pocket. Another call. He muttered under his breath, “What’s up with women calling me today? Don’t they know I’m married?”A smile tugged at his lips as he thought of Jasmine, his incredible, beautiful wife. She was his anchor, his everything, and he wouldn’t betray her trust for the world.Reluctantly, he answered the call, his tone polite but guarded. “Hello?”“Henry, darling! It’s Lea,” the voice on the other en
The Slumdog Billionaire 106. Sleep With Me For 100,000 Dollars
Chapter One Hundred And SixHenry’s phone buzzed, displaying an address to a hotel in the upscale district of the capital. The message was short, simply, “Meet here at 8 PM.” Henry sighed, glancing around at the last patch of grass he had yet to cut. Work had kept him grounded, his mind clear, and now this request from Lea felt intrusive, like a whisper from a past he’d tried to leave behind.He shook off the thought and returned to work, feeling the burn in his arms as he swung the scythe with rhythmic precision. As the evening shadows began to stretch across the mansion grounds, he heard his phone ring again. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he picked it up.“Hello?”“Mr. Henry?” came a formal voice. “I am your driver. I’m here to take you to meet Miss Léa.”Henry sighed. Jasmine was still at work, and he doubted she’d be back anytime soon. He showered, letting the hot water soothe his muscles, and then changed into a crisp shirt and dark pants, something that looked respectabl
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