All Chapters of MY BOYFRIEND'S FATHER: YES DADDY SERIES: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Henson looked at her intently without a word. Then, he rose from his seat, grabbed his coat, and headed for the door. His dismissive attitude toward Hannah ignited a surge of fury in her. In a fit of anger, she smashed her half-finished glass of wine on the floor and yelled, “Answer me!”Henson paused at the staircase, then turned back with a sardonic smile. “Why do you care so much about what I do? I don’t keep tabs on you. Get a grip on yourself—you’re not my wife yet, and you can’t control me, Hannah. I’m not like my uncle. I am Henson.”His unrepentant words and brazen declaration made Hannah tremble with rage. She started to tremble, her breathing ragged with fury.Henson didn’t seem to notice. He ascended the stairs, leaving her behind. Frustration boiled over in Hannah as she grit her teeth and sneered, “You went to see her. I swear, I’ll make sure she pays—she’ll be executed, not just sent to prison for years.”Henson turned around with a grin, taunting her with a tsk sound. “

The next day, the city’s largest hotel buzzed with activity. Cars lined the parking lot in a seemingly endless stream, filling the area with a sea of cars.Across the street, a towering billboard featuring Henson and Hannah had been erected—an eye-catching banner announcing the event taking place inside the hotel. Traffic had already been diverted from the surrounding streets in anticipation.Henson, holding a glass of wine, stood gazing at the billboard with a sly smile."It’s very lonely at the top," he murmured, his smile never reaching his eyes. He took a slow sip from his glass.After a moment, he set the glass down on a tray held by a nearby waiter and adjusted his coat carefully. Turning to the waiter, he asked, “As the chairman of one of the world’s leading tech giants, do you think it’s cool to marry just one wife?”The waiter lowered his gaze submissively. “For someone of your stature, sir, it’s only fitting to marry as many as you wish—and have as many concubines as you des

The police responded calmly, "With the evidence on the ground, this case has nothing to do with you. You may leave if you wish."Hannah said without hesitation, "Thank you," and turned to walk away.Henson clenched his jaw as everything that had just transpired sank in. He suddenly realized that Hannah had been plotting against him all along.His face fell, and in that moment, he understood—he had been the fool all along."Mr. Henson, you need to remain in the cell until the case is presented in court. Mr. Maxwell is serious about pressing charges against you," the sheriff informed him.Too shocked by the betrayal, Henson didn't resist as he was led into the police cell. He sat down heavily, lost in thought, reflecting on his actions.Days passed. Aside from a few police officers who brought him food and allowed him to shower, no one visited him.He waited anxiously for three days, hoping Hannah would come. When she didn't, he grew restless. Unable to sit still any longer, he approach

Hannah frowned, her voice trembling as she asked, “What do you mean?”A faint smile played on Maxwell’s lips as he leaned back in his chair. “If you really want to know, go to the marriage registrar’s office and check for yourself. That’s the only way you’ll get your answer.” His tone grew sharper. “You should leave my office now, or I’ll have security escort you out—and I might even have you arrested.”Panic surged through Hannah. She shot to her feet, her legs trembling with anxiety. Her mind raced, desperate to uncover the truth, unable to sit still. Every instinct urged her to find out if Maxwell was lying.She hurried out of his office, nearly running, and took the elevator to the underground parking lot. Though it only took a few minutes, her face was etched with worry, and her anxiety gnawed at her.Reaching her car, she quickly unlocked it, slid inside, started the engine, and sped off without hesitation.Driving recklessly through the streets, she pushed her car to the limit

Henson looked at his lawyer with a cold, impatient glare. "Do what you need to do," he snapped, "and stop being nosy like a woman."The lawyer raised an eyebrow, cautious. "Is it because of Hannah…?"He barely finished his question before Henson slammed his fists against the table, rising to his feet with a cold glare. "Don’t push me," he warned, voice low and threatening. "Just do what I asked and stop talking nonsense."Without another word, Henson turned on his heel and strode back to the cell. He waited for days, but there was no response—no visit from Maxwell, no word of any kind.Finally, he turned to the police officer who checked on him regularly. "What’s today?" Henson asked.The officer glanced at his watch. "Tomorrow is the wedding."Henson’s grip tightened around the iron bars, anger simmering beneath his skin. Frustration welled up inside him as he stared ahead, helpless.A few minutes later, Henson was informed of a visitor.He hurriedly made his way to the visitor's roo