Supreme Warrior!

2

When Henry Richard returned to Walter’s mansion, Clara Walter and Raymond Vincent had already said goodbye. Seeing her husband’s shabby appearance, Clara Walter immediately curled her lips in contempt.

"It’s Walter’s son-in-law, and the naughty ones are always dirty."

Henry Richard didn’t want to have much to do with women, so he just smiled faintly, turned a blind eye, and walked up to his room.

Down the hall, Clara Walter’s loud voice continued to carry after him.

"Henry Richard, what’s your attitude?"

Although the two had been married for five months, they had never touched each other physically or slept in the same room. Clara Walter had forced Henry Richard to live in a cramped storage room at the end of the second-floor corridor.

Henry Richard didn’t protest. He accepted it without complaint.

He lay in bed, his hand wrapped around a red necklace—the exclusive symbol of the Lotus Flower empire. Henry sighed. Once the master of a kingdom, he now had to live the life of a mediocre man, forced to restrain his fiery temper.

Henry Richard might be willing to destroy a city out of frustration if the food didn’t suit him. If he couldn’t control his personality, the Lotus Flower people would not obey and would rebel.

After lying in thought for a while, Henry gradually fell asleep. He dreamed that he was being lifted high, then struck by a tremendous current of power crashing through his body. It felt as though his organs were shattering.

The frightening nightmare jolted Henry Richard awake. He wiped the sweat from his eyes with his hand and let out a slow breath. At 7 p.m., he calmly changed into his pajamas and walked downstairs.

Walter and his wife had returned early, and as soon as they saw him, they called out:

"Henry, come here!"

Contrary to their daughter’s hateful attitude, Walter’s grandparents were very fond of this son-in-law.

To Walter, Henry Richard was not only the man who had saved his life during the stroke that happened a few months ago, but also the one he trusted most.

"Tomorrow, Patrick’s House will hold a memorial service for the old lady. You and Clara Walter prepare a good gift. Remember, Lady Patrick doesn’t like luxuries."

Henry Richard nodded. He understood well that the Patrick family didn’t like him—especially Rufus Patrick, the eldest grandson.

Ever since Henry had stepped into their home, Walter had endured endless gossip, curses, and insults behind his back. Henry was used to it.

However, since his parents-in-law wanted him to choose the gift himself, Henry could not embarrass them.

Clara Walter’s monthly living expenses weren’t even enough to buy a loaf of bread, so there was no way she would give him money for a valuable gift. Henry hurried upstairs, knocked on Clara Walter’s door, and said:

"Clara Walter, I have something to discuss with you."

"Get out! You and I have nothing to talk about."

From inside the room, Clara’s sour voice rang out. She forbade Henry from setting foot inside even a millimeter.

Henry Richard was not the type to joke around. If she wouldn’t let him in, he would still go in. He swung his foot and kicked the door hard.

The door swung open a moment later, the lock bursting apart under Clara Walter’s astonished gaze. She stared, mouth open, at Henry standing there with the broken lock behind him.

"Henry Richard! How dare you come into my room?"

Facing Clara’s extreme anger, Henry remained remarkably calm. He walked toward her bed and, without hesitation, went straight to the point:

"Mr. Walter asked us to prepare a gift for Lady Patrick’s longevity. Clara Walter, the money you gave me isn’t enough."

Clara’s fury exploded. She grabbed the vase from the table and hurled it at Henry.

Before the vase could hit him, Henry caught her wrist with ease and pushed her backward. Clara stumbled onto the bed, her slender back hitting the frame. The sharp pain brought tears to her eyes, and the vase shattered on the floor.

"Henry Richard, you… you…"

Clara’s voice shook with anger.

Henry leaned closer, his handsome lips curling slightly.

"Don’t be rude to me here. Do you want to be humiliated every day or two? Clara Walter, you underestimate me."

"I’m telling you, I’m not giving you any money. Let’s see how you’ll deal with the Patrick family tomorrow!" Clara snapped.

Henry shrugged and walked out, ignoring her continued shouting.

No matter how badly Clara treated him, Walter’s grandparents were people he respected. Henry pulled some change from his pocket, counted it over and over, and sighed. His monthly salary had been taken by Clara, leaving him with only a few coins.

Ring… ring…

Suddenly, his phone rang. The caller ID was one used exclusively by the Lotus Flower empire.

"Sir, if there’s any difficulty, you can contact the God of Electricity for help!"

Mr. Conal’s husky voice came from the other end. Lying back on the bed, Henry spoke casually:

"Black card. I need a black card immediately."

Mr. Conal went silent for a moment before replying quickly:

"We’ve deposited your black card at the bank. However…"

At this, he hesitated. His uncertainty instantly irritated Henry. Henry hated stammering and indecision.

"Why? You know my personality, don’t you?"

Realizing Henry’s cold tone, Mr. Conal quickly forced a smile and answered:

"You should go to the bank at the address I’ve sent you."

With that, Mr. Conal hung up. The long tone on the line felt almost mocking. Henry tossed his phone aside, rested his hands on his forehead for a moment, then decided to wait half an hour before going out.

Since the Walter household kept tight security, it was difficult to leave before 10 p.m., when the automatic systems shut down. But if Henry didn’t get to the bank before morning, it would be too late for Lady Patrick’s celebration.

He stretched, grabbed his coat, and headed downstairs. It was already eight o’clock, and the villa gates would close in two hours.

As soon as Henry stepped outside the gates, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. White smoke curled around his tall frame.

How does it feel to walk freely down a road like this?

Henry smiled faintly and rolled his shoulders, loosening his muscles. Clara had no idea that, even without her petty allowance, he could buy a house and land outright with a single card.

Because Walter had always treated him kindly, Henry was willing to fulfill his wishes without complaint.

Henry flagged down a taxi parked by the roadside and gave the address of the most luxurious pearl counter in the city.

The driver, a man in his twenties, glanced at him in surprise after hearing the destination.

"Hey… hey, brother! Do you know that the most famous pearl shop in the city sells things worth billions?"

Henry nodded indifferently. "Got it. What do you mean?"

"Haaa… Don’t you think about your own situation? Be careful—you might get thrown out by the staff with brooms before you even step inside!"

The driver’s insult rolled off Henry like water off a duck’s back. He simply leaned back, eyes half-closed in comfort. Outside, rain began to fall. Tiny drops drummed against the car roof, making Henry frown slightly. He rolled down the window to enjoy the cool, damp air.

Soon, the largest pearl shop in the city appeared before them. Henry stepped out, glancing around. The store’s decor was elegant, dominated by soft whites.

Outside the entrance, six male guards stood at attention. Henry brushed the rain from his shoulders and walked inside.

The interior was dazzling. Rare pearls and diamonds filled glass cases throughout the store. Well-dressed patrons moved about, and employees bustled to serve them. This was clearly a place for the upper class—ordinary people wouldn’t dare step in.

As Henry walked in, heads turned. His worn pajamas and rain-soaked coat made him stand out sharply among the wealthy clientele.

But Henry remained calm, ignoring the disdainful looks. He walked up to the pearl counter, carefully examining each piece.

The glittering pearls, each unique in size and luster, caught his interest. One seventy-year-old pearl was priced at seventy million dollars.

Henry rested his hand lightly on the glass, his expression showing genuine appreciation.

"Excuse me… what do you want to buy?"

The clerk at the pearl counter frowned, clearly displeased.

From time to time, the staff would even cover their noses as if mocking him.

"I think you may have gone to the wrong store. This is a real pearl shop, not fake jewelry. If you want cheap jade, go to the market across the street!"

The speaker was Radley Lawrence, the store’s top counter manager. But his insults didn’t bother Henry in the slightest. He merely shrugged, ignoring him completely.