Supreme Warrior!

4

After a good night’s sleep, Henry Richard woke up at eight o’clock the following day. He stretched his shoulders, adjusted his hair, picked a neat, agile suit, and walked downstairs. Clara Walter and her parents were waiting in the living room.

As soon as she saw him, Clara Walter immediately raised her hand, pointing at Henry Richard in accusation.

“Father, you must help me. Last night, he dared to sneak into my room and steal more than a million dollars in cash.”

Mr. Walter’s usual gentle face darkened. He had always despised petty thieves, so hearing Clara’s sobbing words first thing in the morning left him distraught.

He pointed to the empty seat next to Clara and said sternly to Henry:

“Sit down.”

Henry Richard was still bewildered, unable to understand what was happening. Clara continued loudly,

“At 7:00 last night, he smashed my door and forced me to give him the money. I didn’t agree, so Henry Richard broke the vase on the table and slapped me hard.”

She lifted her long hair to reveal her right cheek, where five bright red fingerprints stood out. Henry’s brows furrowed immediately—he was sure he hadn’t slapped her during the argument the night before.

Every parent feels for their child. Seeing the marks on Clara’s face, Mrs. Walter couldn’t restrain herself. She angrily hurled the cup of tea in her hand at Henry Richard.

“You’re just a poor, lowly son-in-law. How dare you hit my daughter?”

Henry wiped the water from his face with his hand and replied indifferently,

“Parents, it’s true there was a fight between me and Clara last night, but I didn’t slap her.”

Before he could finish, Clara cried even louder, glaring at him with hatred.

“You’re lying! After hitting me and leaving my room, you sneaked back in at midnight and stole a million dollars in cash.”

“You’re falsely accusing me!” Henry snapped back angrily.

“You keep calling me a thief—then show me the evidence!”

In the face of Henry’s firm tone, Clara remained proud. She clung to her father’s hand and said quickly,

“There’s only my room and Henry Richard’s room upstairs. If he didn’t steal it, who else could? Father, please have someone search his room—it’ll be obvious.”

Walter nodded, signaling for Henry’s room to be searched.

Watching two men rush upstairs, and seeing Clara’s overconfident expression, Henry had a bad feeling in his heart. He knew this was her setup—she must have planted the money in his room.

Just as he suspected, less than five minutes later the bodyguards shouted:

“Boss, there’s two big stacks of cash in his bathroom!”

Mr. and Mrs. Walter immediately rushed upstairs.

Two bundles of money, totaling a million dollars, were wrapped in plastic and hidden under the lid of the toilet’s water tank.

The corners of Clara’s lips curled upward as she folded her arms and added fuel to the fire.

“Father, I didn’t expect you to marry me to a thief!”

Mr. Walter clenched his fists. He looked at Henry and asked coldly,

“You stole Clara’s money, didn’t you?”

Henry shook his head firmly. He hadn’t done it, and he wasn’t afraid to deny it.

His defiance only deepened the Walters’ resentment. Henry smiled faintly to himself, as if this whole scene were nothing but an absurd joke.

Clara, in contrast, was delighted. She clung to her father’s arm and continued,

“Dad, why else would a million dollars be hidden in his bathroom? Did the money just grow legs and walk in there?”

Walter sighed deeply. Until now, he had trusted his son-in-law. But in such an ironic situation, he couldn’t just ignore it.

“I don’t want any more investigations. Henry, if you stole it, you should apologize to your parents and wife.”

“Father! I didn’t steal it. If Clara insists I did, then please do a fingerprint test on the envelopes. The prints should still be there.”

Hearing this, Clara’s beautiful face stiffened. She glanced at her parents, then quickly replied,

“Who knows if you already wiped your fingerprints off?”

Mrs. Walter sided with her daughter instantly. Her eyes narrowed as she said sharply,

“That’s right! Boss, get him out of the villa. From the beginning I opposed this marriage, but you insisted. This is ridiculous!”

“Shut up! Enough talking. Henry, go down to the chapel and move into the storage room for two days and two nights.”

Although Henry was unhappy, he knew that as a son-in-law he had no real say, so he obeyed without argument. Walter was only protecting his daughter—better to accept the punishment than to make things worse.

On Walter’s orders, the bodyguards took Henry to the old warehouse.

This warehouse was larger than his bedroom, but it was used only for storing wood and torn packaging. Dirt clung to the floors, moss grew along the walls, and holes in the rotting ceiling let in sunlight, exposing every corner.

Henry kicked a log in frustration and muttered angrily,

“It’s just my grandfather forcing me to stay here as a groom. There’s no shortage of patience.”

He picked a dry corner of the wall, leaned against it, and tried to rest. But it was still morning, and no matter how much he closed his eyes, sleep wouldn’t come.

Outside, he suddenly heard a car engine. Henry sat up and peered through a small gap in the door. Walter’s family was leaving for the longevity ceremony. Clara held the pearl box Henry had worked hard to buy the night before, smiling and showing it off.

“Parents, how do you like my gift?”

Mr. Walter smiled and nodded approvingly.

So she had stolen his pearl—something he had earned himself—and now used it to win her parents’ favor. Such a deceitful woman was truly despicable.

Henry shook his head with a wry smile.

He had no intention of competing with these people. He preferred to endure quietly, facing whatever challenges came his way.

The supercar sped off, leaving him behind. He returned to his corner, lying on the floor and counting the bricks.

“The little boy is cheap—known as Walter’s son-in-law, but living more humiliated than a dog! Haha…”

The mocking voice nearby startled Henry. He looked out and saw some servants glancing at the warehouse, hands covering their mouths as they laughed.

“That’s right! I used to think he was arrogant, and now he’s locked in a warehouse. Even if he dies, no one will care.”

Henry clenched his fists. Anger boiled in him at their taunts, but he remembered the Electric God official’s plea before he came here—so he held back, gritting his teeth in silence.

But the servants grew bolder, speaking even louder so he could hear every insult.

For a moment, Henry thought they had left. Then, suddenly, from the roof of the warehouse, through one of the large holes, a stream of thick, foul-smelling yellow water poured down on him.

Standing directly beneath the hole, he was drenched from head to toe. The sewage splashed into his mouth and nose, making him cough violently. He wiped the filth from his face with his hands.

Covered in excrement and urine, he looked utterly miserable. Outside, bright laughter rang out, stabbing at his every nerve.

“Master, sorry—we accidentally dropped the wastewater tank!”

The careless voice belonged to Leighton Mark, the head of the Walter family’s bodyguards—one of the four men who had dragged Henry into the warehouse. Since the day Henry had become their son-in-law, Leighton had despised him.

In Leighton’s eyes, Henry was just a small, insignificant man who had, by luck, stepped into wealth and a place in the Walters’ inheritance.

That wasn’t fair.

So Leighton had incited his men to bully Henry on this occasion. But he hadn’t realized he had just provoked someone he shouldn’t have.

“Mr. Leighton Mark, are we really going to do this? I’m afraid the master won’t be happy if he finds out.”

“Stupid! We’ll clean it up after we’re done. Do you think a useless coward like him would dare speak up?”

Leighton folded his arms and laughed.