جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 40

Harry sat still, his back against the cold wall, his fists clenched on his lap. He was back here—again—because of Sasha for the fourth time. It was always her fault.The familiar stench of sweat, damp concrete, and cheap disinfectant filled his lungs, but he barely reacted. He kept his gaze forward, refusing to acknowledge the murmurs around him.“Oh, look who’s back,” one inmate sneered from the next bench. “Harry Hendrix, the elite mastermind himself.”Another chuckled. “What’s the charge this time, Hendrix? Fraud? Bribery? Oh, wait—attempted manslaughter?”Laughter rippled through the cell, low and mocking.“Man, you got all that money, all that power, and you still can’t keep yourself outta here?”Harry exhaled slowly, tilting his head back against the wall. His fingers twitched, but he didn’t move. Didn’t give a damn reaction.Because that was exactly what they wanted.Instead, he closed his eyes, jaw tightening.He wouldn’t be here for long.The murmurs grew louder, turning int

Patricia Hendrix stepped out of the car effortlessly, with that rich woman vibes of hers.Her heels clicked sharply against the pavement. The mansion loomed before her, grand and untouched . It had been forever since she stepped foot in here but today she had to. She barely spared a glance at the entrance as the heavy automatic gates slid open.The moment she stepped inside, the guard at the door stiffened, his posture snapping upright before he immediately lowered his head in a deep bow."Welcome Madam Hendrix," he greeted,his voice steady but spiked with caution.Patricia didn’t acknowledge the bow—she never did. Instead, she swept past him as if it was expected, her sharp gaze locked ahead."Where is Ivy?" she asked coolly, not breaking her stride.The guard hesitated only for a second before responding, "She's inside ma'am."Patricia hummed, a sound of both approval and calculation, before making her way toward the grand staircase. She wasn’t here to waste time. Ivy had played

News anchors spoke with urgency as flashing headlines filled every screen: "Billionaire Fugitive: Harry Hendrix Escapes from Prison!"The footage played on a loop—grainy yet clear enough to send a ripple of shock through the city.Inside the Hendrix estate, Patricia Hendrix sat stiffly in front of the television. Her fingers trembled as she clutched a silk handkerchief. Then, as if the weight of the revelation crashed down all at once, her body slumped, and she collapsed.“Mrs. Hendrix!” A maid rushed to her side, panicking. Meanwhile, the news channel cut to a crucial clip—prison security footage taken moments before the disaster.The timestamp read 6:42 PM.A uniformed officer walked down the hallway, pausing outside Harry’s cell. He seemed to exchange words with the prisoner, who leaned against the wall, arms crossed. The audio was muted, but the tension in their body language Said alot.Then, without warning, Harry moved—swiftly One second, the officer stood still, and the next

Two gamblers, both fox-haired and reeking of cheap liquor, staggered toward the end of the street, their laughter bouncing off the low lit alleyways. The taller of the two, Rogers, wiped his nose with the back of his hand, his sharp eyes scanning the road ahead.And his eyes landed on something..“Look there,” he muttered, elbowing his friend, Dale. His finger pointed toward the unconscious figure slumped against the tunnel wall.Dale squinted, then let out a low whistle. “Damn. That’s a fine-looking man.”Rogers grinned, his mind already spinning with possibilities. “Tall, built… hell, even knocked out, he looks better than half the losers at Mary Jale’s club.”Dale’s eyes gleamed with realization. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”Rogers chuckled darkly. “Mary’s been looking for fresh meat. She said she needed a guy that makes women wanna spend.” He jerked his head toward Harry. “That right there? That’s our ticket.”Dale nodded eagerly. “She’d pay good money for a guy like him.”

Ivy held onto Harry’s arm as they approached Mary Jale, who was seated at a sleek red velvet booth, counting a thick stack of cash. The faint light shone over her sharp features, and her red lips curled into a smirk as she spotted them.“Well, well,” Mary drawled, tapping a nail against the money. “Didn’t think I’d see you two again so soon. I take it lover boy here made quite the impression?”Ivy didn’t even flinch. She pulled out a check and slid it across the table. “I want to buy him.”Mary raised a brow, then threw her head back with a laugh. “Damn, sweetheart. He must’ve really satisfied you with that big dick .” She looked Harry up and down, eyes glinting with amusement. Harry groaned. “Not this again.”Ivy, ever composed, crossed her arms. “I don’t have time for your games. That amount should cover whatever you think he’s worth.”Mary hummed, picking up the check and inspecting it like it was a mere receipt. “You know, I could start a bidding war. Rich, desperate woman buyin