My Wife Let My Mother Die—Now I'm the Billionaire King

Chapter 6

Harry took one glance at his now-ruined favourite shirt, and nodded before taking his seat inside a black luxury SUV.

Within some minutes, Harry was following Nancy through the glittering glass doors of the city's grandest luxury shopping mall. The marble floors reflected the dazzling crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings.

As they walked past rows of high-end storefronts, Nancy offered a sleek, midnight-black card to Harry’s. With a polite smile, she explained.

"Boss, this entire mega-mall is a direct property under Horizon Enterprises. Since Horizon Enterprises is a subsidiary of Vanguard Holdings, you now officially hold the absolute highest-tier VIP membership in our entire corporate ecosystem. This card grants you unlimited access to everything."

She then guided him toward the mall’s most famous and exclusive luxury boutique, Reneé Atelier. The storefront was decorated with gold accents, and only the richest elite were allowed inside.

"Please wait here, inside Reneé Atelier for just a few moments, boss. I am going to the top floor to personally fetch the chief designer. This designer, Zenith Coleman, is world-famous and strictly never works for anyone easily… but I'm sure he will be honored to tailor a suit for you."

Harry nodded calmly in agreement. "Go ahead. I'll wait."

As Harry stepped further into the boutique, looking at the rows of expensive designer suits, a sharp, familiar voice cut through the quiet store like a knife.

"Well, well, look what the wind blew in! Am I seeing things, or is this our useless son-in-law?"

Harry turned around, his stomach tightening. Standing by a display of luxury silk ties was his mother-in-law, Rosalie Sterling, alongside her arrogant younger son, Kevin Sterling. They happened to be out on a massive shopping spree, holding bags from several expensive brands.

Rosalie sneered at Harry, her eyes traveling down his damp, stained clothes with absolute disgust. "Aren't you supposed to be crying and begging for scraps to raise money for your dying mother's medical bills? How on earth can a broke loser like you afford to shop in a high-end place like Reneé Atelier?"

Kevin joined in right away with a nasty, mocking smirk, adjusting his expensive watch. "Mom, look at his clothes. He's probably not here to shop. He's probably looking for empty plastic bottles on the floor to pick up and sell for recycling cash!"

Rosalie’s face twisted in embarrassment just being near him. She turned and called out loudly to the store staff, "Excuse me! How do you manage this store? How can you let a filthy beggar wander in here? He's dirtying up your expensive floors and ruining the atmosphere for actual paying customers!"

Kevin walked over to Harry, looking down his nose with a patronizing smile.

“Hey, Harry. Since you're family, I'll show some pity. I’m currently the procurement manager at Apex Media. Tell you what—our corporate office happens to have an opening for a janitor. I can get you a janitor job right now. It pays three thousand dollars a month. That way, you won't have to ride your stupid bicycle and run food deliveries in the pouring rain every single day just to make ends meet. What do you say?"

Harry looked at Kevin, his expression dead calm. He refused flatly, his voice echoing with a new strength. "I'm here to shop. Not to look for a job from you."

Rosalie gasped, instantly scolding him with a loud, angry screech.

"My son is being incredibly kind enough to offer you a real job to save your pathetic life, and you won't even take it? You have no gratitude! No wonder you'll be poor forever—a man who can't even afford to buy a single piece of fruit for my house guests!"

Harry let out a cold, bitter scoff. The memory of their endless cruelty over the years flashed in his mind. "What business is it of yours whether I have money or not? Let me remind you, Rosalie—when your daughter Julia was first starting her business and begging for help, I sold my father's ancestral house and invested one million dollars into her company! And what did I get in return? An ungrateful woman and a heartless family who wouldn't even give me a single cent when my own mother fell critically ill!"

Rosalie’s face flickered with a sudden flash of guilt, knowing deep down their current palace of wealth was built on the foundation of Harry's money.

But she quickly recovered her arrogant posture and snapped back,

"That one million dollars was a voluntary gift from you to my daughter! Nobody forced you to give it to her. Besides, you're already a massive, embarrassing burden to her just by being a lazy, live-in son-in-law! Tell me—which high-society family do you see where the wife has to be the sole breadwinner day in and day out while the husband just lazes around? You want a highly capable, rich wife who brings in the millions, but you don't want to spend a single cent of your own. You can't have it both ways, Harry!"

Kevin chimed in with more loud mockery, laughing along with his mother. "Exactly! Stop daydreaming, Harry. You're just a parasite, and that's all you'll ever be."

Hearing the loud commotion, a sharp-looking saleswoman quickly approached the group.

Rosalie immediately demanded that Harry be kicked out of the store.

"Miss, look at him! This is a luxury designer boutique, not a homeless shelter for beggars. Get him out of here!"

The saleswoman scanned Harry’s shabby, wet clothes and his faded jacket. There was no hesitation in her mind before accepting Rosalie’s words— anyone with eyes could see that this dirty hobo didn't belong here.

She pointed toward the exit and said coldly, "Sir, please leave our store immediately. You are disturbing our VIP guests."

Harry didn't move an inch. He refused firmly, "I'm not leaving. And I'm not disturbing anyone, I'm a registered member here."

With a calm motion, he pulled the heavy, midnight-black VIP card out of his pocket and held it out.

Rosalie burst into a loud, mocking laugh when she saw it. "A member? You? Do you really think holding up any random black plastic card will fool people into thinking you're a high-tier member? How pathetic can you get!"

The saleswoman frowned and reluctantly took the card to examine it. It certainly felt heavy, made of high-quality premium alloy, and had a strange, glowing golden chip in the center.

However, in all her years working at the mall, she had never seen a card designed like this before. Believing it was just a cheap toy or a fake prop, she carelessly tossed the card back at Harry’s chest and sneered, "Don't try to fake a luxury membership with some random, made-up card to trick us. It won't work here."

Harry’s eyes flared with sudden anger as he caught the card. "It is real. Check your system before you disrespect your customers."

Rosalie and Kevin laughed at his frustration. "Oh, he's still acting! He just doesn't know when to stop. Miss, I think you should call the police on him."

Kevin shouted, and by this time, the saleswoman’s patience was exhausted. She stepped closer to Harry, her voice turning completely hostile as she issued a final warning.

"Sir, I am asking you to leave once more. If you do not walk out of this boutique right this second, I will call our mall security team and have you forcibly thrown out on the street!"

"Who gave you permission to treat my guest like this?!"