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

Chapter 8 Part-1

The black luxury limousine glided to a smooth halt directly in front of the grand entrance of the city’s most prestigious auction house.

Flashbulbs from dozens of reporters went off, illuminating the red carpet in anticipation of the newcomer.

The car door opened, and Harry stepped out in a simple, charcoal gray designer suit. The clothes were not too flashy, but his aura was elegant and powerful like a Prince, born and bred in wealth.

Standing just a few feet away, near the velvet ropes were his wife, Julia, and Derek.

They had just arrived and were getting their pictures clicked, when Julia spotted a familiar face in between the camera flashes.

Her jaw hit the floor.

‘What the hell is this beggar doing here? Did I make a mistake by telling him about the auction…?’

But the next moment, she shed her guilt. Even if he got to know about the event from her mouth, how could she know that he'd have the audacity to show up to an invites-only event?

As she noticed him handing an envelope to the security guards, her face twisted into a sour expression of jealousy.

In fact, if one looked closely at Julia’s hand, she was proudly sporting a brand-new shiny diamond ring on her finger.

It was a symbol of her secret engagement to Derek, despite the fact that she and Harry had not even filed for a formal legal divorce yet! She foolishly believed that having the high-society status of being engaged to a wealthy, European-educated heir would earn her much more approval, status, and respect at tonight’s gala.

But Harry didn't even cast a single glance in their direction. He walked forward, completely ignoring their existence until Julia and Derek stepped directly in his way, blocking the red carpet with smug expressions on their faces.

Julia crossed her arms, speaking loudly for the nearby guests to hear,

“Well, well, look at you, Harry! Did you manage to find yourself a sugar mommy in less than 24 hours? Is that how a penniless delivery boy gets a suit like that?"

Harry’s expression instantly turned cold.

"I am here for the grand auction. What business is it of yours what I do?”

He also raised his volume slightly, speaking clearly.

“Ever since I arrived at this venue, I’ve been hearing nothing but annoying flies buzzing around my ears. The security guards at this high-end establishment really should do a much better job, they shouldn't just let just anyone crawl inside from the street."

A soft, elegant chuckle echoed in the silence as Nancy Holloway stepped forward, putting her arm through Harry's elbow like they were quite familiar with each other.

Derek spun around, his eyes locking onto Nancy. He froze completely, staring at her with awe. This girl, dressed in a pasted pink gathered dress, was looking like an angel from heaven.

Not only was she strikingly beautiful, but her elegance, her perfect figure, and her innocent, youthful features made her look ten times more attractive and stunning than Julia could ever dream of being. His mouth almost fell open in surprise: where on earth did this joker manage to get a girl like that on her arm?!

Julia noticed Derek’s staring eyes and felt a stroke of jealousy burning in her chest. She shouted, pointing at Nancy.

"You! Better be careful with this loser! Don't let his fake looks and borrowed clothes fool you. He'll scam you out of your hard-earned money and your body, and by the time you finally realize he’s a penniless fraud, it'll be far too late!"

Derek quickly snapped out of his daze, wanting to impress Julia and cover up for getting distracted by this heavenly beauty.

"That's right, beautiful! You are young and naive, don't let this clown trick you. He still owes the city hospital over a million dollars in advanced surgical fees for his dying mother. His only real specialty in life is being a lazy, live-in son-in-law who begs women for grocery money!"