Chapter 21Henry's heart sank. His eyes narrowed. Margaret hadn't spoken to him in this manner since they were married.“Is it because of him you're talking to me like that?" He asked, pointing at Jonathan. “I can speak to you in whichever way I want! Or who do you think you are? You're absolutely a nobody! A jealous someone who couldn't stand to see another man touch me, yet can't fulfill my slightest wish.Oh, I get it now. You wanted me to applaud you for injuring him. Is that what you are only good at? I guess my parents weren't wrong when they said you were just good-for-nothing; I can see it now!" Every word cut through Henry's heart like a sharp blade piercing through an overripe banana. Henry's heart clenched tightly. Although he was wealthy now and could have waved Margaret’s words off, those words hit him hard; tears formed in his eyes. He had never believed a day like this would come when Margaret would talk to him like this. "I—” Henry opened his mouth to speak, onl

Chapter 23Henry took the menu and scanned through the pages carefully. Finally, he looked up. “Fried rice and chicken with a bottle of juice," he replied. The waiter tilted her head and quickly jotted down the orders. When done, she then said, "Alright, noted. I'll have the kitchen notified, and your orders will be ready and brought to you shortly. And I do hope you'll enjoy it.”With that, the waiter bowed her head slightly and turned before exiting, leaving Henry alone at his table.Henry reluctantly leaned backward on his seat, his arms resting casually on the table. He just stared at nothing in particular. A few seconds passed as he remained seated without necessarily shifting in his seat. Just then, the thought of what had happened back there at the Graham family villa came rushing back into his head. From the way Jonathan's fingers were lingering on Margaret's shoulders, all in the name of fastening a necklace around her neck, to when Margaret slapped him twice after he int

Chapter 25As the voice thundered, everywhere instantly fell silent as everyone instinctively turned toward the source of the roar. The music immediately stopped playing. Then….Four rough-looking men stormed into the room. The one appearing to be the leader wore a black suit with the top buttons open, revealing several thick gold chains around his neck. His hands were adorned with countless old-fashioned rings, the regalia between his lips producing a cloudy smoke as he occasionally dragged it in and popped it out. He held a pistol casually with his left hand. Behind him, three other men stood. The one whose hair hadn't been barbed or combed stood, holding a baton, with a grim expression. The second man held a curved, blunt machete, looking extremely dangerous, while the last man wore a loosely thick, shabby jacket, his grip tightened around two beer bottles in both hands. Immediately, everyone's gaze at the restaurant fell on them; they jerked backward in their seats, shrinkin

Chapter 27Steve cleared his throat. “Young master, the thing here is, Golden Crest was covertly planning to sell the business because the owner could no longer afford the rising cost of keeping it afloat, so rather than allowing his years of hard work to collapse under mounting debts, he decided it would be better to sell it to someone with enough resources to revive and expand the business.Therefore, I felt it would be best to purchase it for you since it's a popular and fast-growing business.”What?Henry staggered slightly, feeling a shock wave surge through him. “You did what?" His eyes widened in great surprise, as if he had just heard him wrong.Steve nodded. "Yes, young master. I bought it for you as one of your future assets. The legal ownership transfer documents for you being the new chairman of the restaurant have been finalized already, so since you're coincidentally in one of your assets, I want you to get the required papers signed before leaving.”Henry shook his he

Chapter 29The men moved at the speed of light; before Jonathan could blink his eyes just once, one of the men with the beer bottles aimed one of them at Jonathan and smashed it on his head as hard as he could. Crack! The bottle shattered with a high-pitched sound, sending broken glass across the room. Patrons scrambled back. “Ahh!" Jonathan yelped in pain as the bottle exploded on his head, but the man didn't stop there. He lifted the remaining bottle and swung it down at his head again, the latter harder than the previous. Margaret flinched at the scene and involuntarily dropped to her knees in front of DeSmoker, her face filled with fear for Jonathan. "Please, I'll go with you; just tell your men to stop! Please, they might kill him!” She let out a cry; she clasped her hands together in front of her as she interceded for Jonathan. However, DeSmoker's expression was cold as he glanced down at her. “That's his punishment for acting so arrogant earlier. But as for you, you're st