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
Mr. Damon stood bent, his head to the ground, as a lot of people left the hall disappointed. He couldn't afford to look them in the eyes. Even Mrs. Freya, on seeing the videos, left him at the venue and made her way home still angry her husband was cheating on her.As the whole hall became empty, Mr. Damon slowly raised his head, and his eyes met those of Harry, who was intentionally waiting for him to raise his head and he smirked at him, His Pettiness taking over.Mr. Damon, lost in thoughts, wondered why Harry was smiling. He couldn't bear to watch the whole scenario, so he quickly went backstage to the hall while Harry and Pietro left the hall.“Young master, that caught him off guard,” Pietro chuckled as they all walked to their cars.When they all got in comfortably Pietro turned on the ignition but then cleared his throat, “Young master, I think it's time to go back to Luciano's home; it's been three months now,” Pietro remarked, turning his gaze to Harry, eager to hear his rep
The judge's eyes widened.“Take the scoundrel and lock his ass up!” A voice from the crowd shouted.“Lock him up!” “Oh my god,he has no regard for the other gender!” “Take this pedophile away; he disgusts me!” Harry smiled. This was what he wanted; he wanted them to slam the gender inequality in his face while he used it against him. Harry couldn't help but smile as he looked at Mr. Damon. His face was filled with astonishment.He must be wondering how Harry was able to get all that information for someone as scary as Harry.…After some minutes of each lady's narrative, their experiences, and topping their claims with medical results, Alexander was stunned.He didn't see it coming. No, now he came to cheer up Mr. Damon for taking away Harry's legal power.“Take him away!!” The judge finally declared, and there was an uproar in the audience as they jubilated.The women's stories were touching.And even those who didn't know Alexander wanted justice for the ladies.Now that he was
Everybody was seated in the courtroom for the public hearing.This could end or make Harry. He sat at the front with Jade by his side as his assistant attorney.Meanwhile, Mr. Damon and his group sat on the other side of the big, gigantic hall. He was happy Harry chose a public hearing. “This would be the end of his career,” he muttered to himself before flashing his attorneys a smirk.He would end up burying his carriage! While Scarlet, Samantha, Ms. Oct, and Stanley sat at the other end, their faces creased with a frown.Stanley couldn't just stop biting his nails; he was nervous about what the outcome would be.They had pleaded with Harry that they try to get some of the judges to be on their side, but he refused to allow them to bride or blackmail any more judges to try to support him.Now he was seated there on his own, not knowing what the outcome would look like.To the judges sitting there, they kept whispering to each other and stealing glances at him for no reason.Well,i
The entire place was engulfed in chaos as protesters descended upon Archer's Law Firm, demanding the release of Professor Evelyn.Harry, who had just parked his car and witnessed the unfolding scene, initially couldn't comprehend what was happening. However, as he approached closer, he could hear their chants reverberating through the air: "Let Professor Evelyn go! Let her go!"A chuckle escaped Harry's lips as he listened to their fervent cries. He had underestimated the woman. She possessed a remarkable ability to captivate the media and garner sympathy effortlessly, without even lifting a finger.All Harry had done was order her arrest and request that she be brought in with her lawyer. Little did he know that it would spark a protest. Unbeknownst to him, the woman had resorted to paying and manipulating people to tarnish his image. Unable to resist, he had filed a defamation lawsuit against her, determined to protect his character.He carefully parked his vehicle, contemplating hi
Days passed, and Harry had dismissed the smear campaigns against his company as mere negative criticism from blogs. However, he soon discovered he was mistaken.Today, after receiving a call from Pietro about the news, he turned on his television. The newscaster's voice filled the room, delivering a shocking revelation."The Luciano company has been scamming innocent citizens!"Confusion furrowed Harry's brows as he walked over to where the television was positioned. He stood to the side, as if trying to distance himself from what he was seeing and hearing.To his surprise, the newscaster was none other than Professor Evelyn Hartley, the CEO of one of the most popular broadcast stations in the country. Harry couldn't believe his eyes. He was at a loss as to what was happening. Just four days ago, he had seen the blogs posting about his designs being of inferior quality. After conducting a thorough investigation, he had discovered another company imitating his work. He had taken legal
Harry's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Amp, unable to comprehend the unexpected encounter. Amp, however, seemed unfazed by Harry's presence and nonchalantly turned to leave without uttering a word. The abrupt snub left Harry feeling a mix of confusion and frustration.As Amp disappeared into the crowd, Harry clenched his fists, his mind racing with unanswered questions. Feeling the weight of his pent-up emotions, he stormed off in search of an outlet for his frustration.His anger led him back to the counter where the lady who had processed the $90,000 transaction stood, unaware of the storm that was about to hit her. Harry approached her with a steely expression, his voice sharp and filled with irritation."Do you have any idea what you just put me through?" he snapped, his tone cutting through the air. "Ninety thousand dollars! How could you be so careless?"The lady's eyes widened in surprise, her previous confidence now replaced with a mix of fear and regret. She stamme
Pietro accelerated, determined to catch up with the other cars on the road. However, his determination was matched by his concerns."Young master, what do you plan to do about that woman? She's like a witch! She's sowing discord among your staff, and once she's done with Bruce, it'll only get worse," Pietro expressed, his worry evident in his voice.Before Pietro could finish, Harry abruptly interrupted him. "Pietro, I will handle it. In fact, I've already taken steps to address the situation. Please, just focus on the road, for heaven's sake!"Pietro swallowed hard, feeling defeated. He understood that Harry was under immense stress, given the upcoming launch and other critical cases that demanded his attention. The weight of it all, combined with Katrina's manipulative tactics, was taking its toll. What Pietro couldn't comprehend was the motive behind her actions. Was it merely her way of life, or did she have a more sinister agenda?Harry's eyes caught sight of a large mall along t
Harry sat on the veranda of his house, feeling lost and troubled. He stared at the glass table in front of him, deep in thought. He reached for his wine glass, taking a small sip to ease his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about Katrina and the problems she was causing. With only two days left before the launch, her actions were creating more harm than good. To make matters worse, she would be staying for another seven days during fashion week, further complicating things. Harry had tried to keep his distance from her, but she was stirring up trouble among his staff, causing them to turn against each other. It was disheartening for Harry, as he valued a harmonious work environment. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, trying to stay awake and figure out how to handle the situation. However, no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't come up with a solution that felt right. The sleepless night stretched on, leaving Harry feeling frustrated and uncertain.Harry stood up from the chair with a dee
Pietro quickly averted his gaze, pretending not to have seen her, while Scarlet and Jade forged ahead. They hadn't encountered her before, so they passed by without exchanging a word, but their necks involuntarily craned back as they were struck by her striking beauty. Jade's mind swirled with thoughts that she might be a model, but she pushed those ideas aside and continued walking with Scarlet and Pietro, who were making a beeline for Bruce's office."Good morning, Mr. Pietro. Miss Scarlet," Bruce greeted warmly. Then, as his eyes landed on Jade, he exclaimed, "Good morning, Miss Jade!" He quickly ushered them to their seats, using animated hand gestures to guide them."Where's today's memo?" Pietro inquired, and without hesitation, Bruce swiftly handed it over. He was relieved that Harry had sent someone like Pietro, who wouldn't tolerate any of Katrina's excesses. If it had been Bruce himself, he knew she wouldn't listen to his instructions and would simply do as she pleased. Howev
Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from the bracelet. It appeared to be a blend of ancient artifact and modernized diamond jewelry. He continued to stare at it, spinning it around anxiously in his hands."So, she really is a manipulator?" Scarlet asked, her gaze fixed on Harry. He had provided them with all the necessary details and the shocking revelation had left everyone stunned, with some still doubting the existence of such manipulation. Samantha narrowed her eyes at where Stanley was seated, clenching her teeth. Despite Harry making him apologize for his wrongdoings, she couldn't bring herself to forgive him. Looking at him, she felt the urge to march over, grab his beard, and yank it forcefully."So what do we do?" Pietro asked, leaning in with anticipation. Harry took a deep breath, contemplating the best course of action. The situation was complex; Katrina was a crucial asset for the upcoming fashion week and his official design launch. Simply chasing her away would be a form