The sun shone through the subway, accompanied by a cool breeze, as Harry sat on his couch with legs crossed, absorbing the beautiful scene. A satisfied smirk crossed his lips as he recalled Mr. Damon's failed trick. Attempting to use a fake child to manipulate Harry, unaware that Harry knew there was no romantic involvement with Diane during the fake pregnancy, and he was aware of everything. When Mr. Damon had called Jade and threatened him with a fake child, Harry decided to play along, giving him the benefit of the doubt, intending to strike back when Mr. Damon least expected it—just as he released the videos of drug deals. Harry waited for Mr. Damon to boast proudly, then instructed his team to distribute the incriminating videos and pictures. Sipping his drink, he scrolled through his phone, smiling triumphantly at the chaos the videos were causing on social media. It was spreading like wildfire, with almost everyone bashing Mr. Damon and demanding he withdraw from the congress
Harry left his private suite, dressed casually in sweatpants and a T-shirt. He glanced at himself in the mirror before heading out. "Good morning, sir," greeted the receptionist with a smile, and Harry nodded in response. Driving his Range Rover Sport car, Harry headed to the bank. He usually would have sent Pietro, but it had been a while since he ventured out alone, so he decided to go by himself this time. “Shit!" he muttered frustratedly as another car suddenly swerved into his lane, narrowly avoiding a collision. Arriving at the bank, Harry parked on the left side of the compound. He got out of the car, adjusted his clothes, and made his way inside, not minding any other people. When he got inside, there were indeed a lot of people waiting until it got to their respective turns. Different thoughts swirled through his mind as he thought: Should he use his influence to skim over everyone and get in or just wait till it gets to his turn? He moved forward, and his eyes darted at
As Harry drove off from the bank different thoughts jumbled through his mind; who was that to have known his identity even before he revealed it?Was he a relative, and why does he want him at his dinner tomorrow night?After he was done with the manager, he checked around for Damien, but it felt like he was a ghost and had left no traces, so he just left and moved to his car.As he drove slowly by the left side of the road, he tried to shove the thoughts off his mind, but it felt impossible as Damien's words and smirk kept echoing in his mind, making him uncomfortable and uneasy.He turned on the music in his car in an attempt to help him calm as he increased his speed to the hotel.A few minutes later, he was at L&M Hotels. He pulled up to his private space and parked his car. He carefully turned off the music, jumped down, and slammed the doors, making sure they weren't open, while also locking them with the buttons on the key before entering the hotel.He made his way through the s
James pushed the door open and wearily entered the sitting room where his family was. His nose was plastered, and his face showed signs of swelling from Harry's punch.He was still stunned that Harry had raised his hand against him and faced no consequences. He had anticipated that the security would retaliate at his command, but it turned out the other way. He expected the manager to arrest him, yet instead, she apologized the moment she saw the card in his hand. She trembled as she escorted him upstairs, requesting that James be thrown outside. She didn't care if he withdrew from her bank since Harry alone was a significant potential customer. knowing James for a long time, the security chose not to throw him out. Instead, they assisted him to his car and left him there. James felt ashamed of the whole situation and regretted ever getting involved in the first place.He drove to the hospital, received some treatment, and had his nose plastered by a nurse. However, the pain persiste
The hotel was buzzing with a lot of acquaintances, as the entire parking space was filled with expensive and exotic fleets of cars at L&M hotels. The whole place was packed to the brim. Harry pushed his curtains aside to get a better view of the garage, curious about the increased check-ins.He stepped out of the room and entered the sitting room, where the glam team was working on Jade's face.“What's with the increase in check-ins today?” Harry inquired.“I believe it's due to the dinner,” Jade answered, glancing at her reflection in the mirror as a satisfied smile curled up on her lips at how good she looked. Harry approached her as she continued to admire herself in the mirror.As Jade caught sight of him through the mirror, her cheeks flushed red, and she became shy, avoiding eye contact by looking down.“You look beautiful,” Harry complimented with a small smile, keeping his gaze on her.“Thank you,” Jade replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper, stealing glances at Harr
Tension filled the hall as everyone's eyes fixated on the timer. Once the timer ran out, Damien made his grand entrance, donned in a golden Louis Vuitton suit and custom Burberry black shades that concealed his eyes, presenting himself as a fashion icon or perhaps he looked more than that, he was stunning in those outfits.His presence prompted most of the guests to clap and welcome him on stage, and he responded with a wave of the hand followed by a smile before walking slowly to the center of the decorated stage."Thank you all for coming," he began, slowly removing his sunglasses. "I have some innovations to reveal."As Damien continued speaking, souvenirs were passed around each table. Jade's curiosity piqued, and she discreetly uncovered the souvenir under their table. Finding an invitation inside, she passed it to Harry, who read it and realized it was Mr. Damon's invitation to his gala. Harry was convinced that what Jade had mentioned earlier about making announcements was true
In an attempt to salvage the public image Harry had dented, Mr. Damon decided to host a charity gala while inviting lots of dignitaries and politicians which he was able to do by sharing his invite at Damian's dinner auction.The next morning, Mr. Damon went to supervise the hall for his charity gala, and it was in full swing as the decorators were on it while the tech team was doing their thing as well. He went around the hall with his aid, making sure everything was right for his gala. He couldn't afford for anything to go wrong since he wanted to win the upcoming elections by all means and the gala was a pivotal point to winning it.By doing this charity gala, he would strengthen his connections while also painting himself as the philanthropist he once claimed to be, which would help him in the elections.“Sir, everything is okay,” an average man in sweatpants assured, and Mr. Damon nodded in agreement as he walked around slowly checking everything.“What of the less privileged?” H
Harry scrolled through his phone while Pietro and Jade engaged in a chess game. After a few minutes of scrolling, he turned to Jade and Pietro, who were still engrossed in the chess they were playing. He stared at them as different thoughts ran through his mind. He thought of going to Mr Damon's gala, knowing fully well it wasn't going to go as planned. He wanted to see Mr. Damon's facial expression when he saw what he had prepared for him, Harry wasn't letting them go; he was out to destroy everything Mr. Damon was doing.“Get ready! We're going for the charity gala!” he commanded without sparing them another glance.Pietro and Jade exchanged confused glances as they wondered why he wanted to attend the gala in person.The next minute, Harry was dressed in his regular simple Gucci outfits while Jade's make-up was done, and she quickly changed into the clothes he had bought her.“Sir, I don't think it's necessary to go." Pietro tried to convince Harry, hoping he wouldn't show up to M