The Underestimated Husband's Dominance

Chapter 8

He gritted his teeth as he stepped out of the hospital. He didn’t look back once. The humiliation still burned inside him, but his face stayed calm.

He kept walking until he found an old phone booth by the side of the street. He stepped inside, shut the glass door behind him, and picked up the receiver. After dropping a few coins, he dialed the number Harris had given him earlier.

The line rang twice.

Then Harris’s familiar, calm voice came through. “Hello? Young master, where are you?”

Connor sighed, leaning against the booth wall. “Everything is fine, Harris,” he said quietly. “But there’s something I should tell you.”

“What is it?”

“The phone,” Connor said. “The one you told me to bring. I… couldn’t get it back. It was bought by my wife, and she demanded it back. She made a scene and retrieved it.”

There was a long pause on the other end. Then Harris’s voice came, low and sharp. “That woman doesn’t even have a clue,” he growled. “She has no idea you could buy her entire family’s company with a snap of your fingers.”

Connor didn’t say anything, but he frowned slightly.

Harris went on, “The Montgomery family business is ranked fifteenth among global enterprises. Winchester, your family’s empire, ranks second, just below the Linton Conglomerate. Do you understand what that means, young master? They are nothing compared to you.”

Connor’s brows drew together in shock. “Number two?” he repeated slowly. “In the entire world?”

“Yes, sir,” Harris confirmed. “Your father built a global empire. Your assets alone could buy out dozens of Montgomery businesses combined.”

Connor was silent for a long moment, letting it sink in. He had known he was wealthy now, but hearing the scale of it, being the heir of the second most powerful business in the world hit him like a wave.

Harris’s tone softened. “I’m sorry, sir, for the embarrassment that woman caused you today. You didn’t deserve any of it. I’ve already informed Roy to meet you immediately. He’ll bring you one of your black cards.”

“Black card?” Connor asked, still processing.

“Yes, young master,” Harris said. “Just one of them. That single card carries a limit of about one hundred billion dollars. If you need more funds, all your black cards are resting in your private safe within your room.”

Connor blinked rapidly. “A hundred billion?” he said slowly, as if the number were foreign to his tongue.

“Yes, sir. One card out of many,” Harris said. “Roy should be there shortly. Please, stay where you are. Don’t attract attention.”

The line went silent for a second before Harris spoke again, his voice low and respectful. “The world doesn’t know yet that Connor Winchester has returned, but soon, everyone will. For now, let Roy handle this. You have nothing to worry about.”

Connor nodded faintly, still stunned. “Alright. I’ll wait here.”

“Good,” Harris said. “He’ll be there within fifteen minutes.”

The call ended with a faint click. Connor slowly placed the receiver back and leaned against the glass wall, staring out at the busy street lights flickering in the distance.

He took a deep breath and rubbed his face. “Eight hundred billion dollars… number two in the world…” he whispered to himself. “And she called me useless.”

The thought almost made him laugh, but it came out bitter.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and waited quietly.

Not even fifteen minutes passed before the sound of a roaring engine reached his ear. A silver Lamborghini Revuelto glided down the street.

The car pulled up beside the booth and stopped smoothly. The door lifted upward, and Roy stepped out.

“Forgive me for keeping you waiting, young master,” Roy said, bowing slightly.

Connor scoffed lightly. “Don’t call me that in public,” he said quickly, glancing around. “And what are you doing showing up in a Lamborghini? You’ll draw attention!”

Roy smiled faintly. “I apologize, sir. It was the nearest car available from the garage.”

Connor sighed and rubbed his temples. “Unbelievable.”

Roy straightened and held out a small, black card. It was matte black with a golden crest engraved on the front that read Winchester.

“Here it is, sir,” Roy said respectfully. “One of your black cards. This one alone is connected to one hundred billion dollars in liquid assets.”

Connor stared at the card for a long second before slowly taking it. It felt strangely heavy, like it carried more than just money, it carried power.

“Hundred billion…” he murmured under his breath. “That’s still hard to believe.”

Roy smiled. “You’ll get used to it, sir.”

Connor looked around the street again, then said quietly, “You should leave. That car’s already turning heads.”

Roy nodded once. “Understood.”

He bowed slightly again before getting back into the Lamborghini. The engine roared softly, and the car slipped away into the night like a ghost.

Connor stood there for a moment, staring at the black card in his hand. Then he tucked it carefully into his pocket and walked away.

He didn’t take another cab immediately. Instead, he walked a few blocks until he found a phone store named Kit Gadgets, a large, brightly lit place crowded with customers. The entire building screamed luxury.

He stepped inside quietly. The store was packed with people from the elite background.

Connor moved through the crowd, his plain clothes making him stand out. Nobody would have guessed that the quiet man brushing past them could buy the entire building if he wanted to.

As he made his way toward the counter, he accidentally brushed against someone.

Before he could apologize, a loud smack! cut through the noise of the store.

Connor turned instantly.

A middle-aged man in an expensive grey suit was standing near the counter, his face twisted with anger. In front of him was a young woman, maybe in her mid-twenties, beautiful and curvy, with long dark hair. She was holding her cheek, her eyes already wet with tears.

“You think this is a joke?” the man shouted, raising his hand again. “You spilled a drink on my shoe! Do you have any idea how much these cost?”

“I—I already said I’m sorry and wiped it off,” the girl stammered, trembling. “I didn’t mean to. It was an accident.”

“Accident?” the man barked. “Do you know who I am? These shoes cost one million dollars! Do you think I’ll just let you go after ruining them?”

People had started gathering around, murmuring in shock. Some were recording with their phones, others just whispering.

The girl was crying now. “Please, sir, I don’t have that kind of money. I’ll do anything to fix it, please don’t make a scene.”

Slap!!

The man scoffed and slapped her again. “One million dollars! You’ll pay every cent or I’ll make sure you regret it. Do you know how hard it is to get these custom-made from Zerod Store?!”

Connor frowned deeply, his jaw tightening. He looked around and saw no one moving to help her. Everyone was just watching, too afraid to interfere.

The man continued shouting. “You think you can touch a man like me and get away with it? You should’ve stayed in whatever hole you came from!”

The girl covered her face, sobbing quietly. “I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to. Please, sir, just stop hitting me.”

Connor’s chest tightened. His hand clenched at his side.