Slumdog Billionaire Husband

Chapter 161 The Competition

A sickbed showed itself from the ICU of Sacramento General Hospital, on which was Henley.

Corbin was accompanying Henley, who looked grieved and desperate.

Beside Corbin was Henley’s mother. She was a middle-aged woman whose eyes had been red and swollen for

cry.

They followed Henley’s sickbed until it reached the ward.

After days of treatment, Henley finally came out of the ICU and could be transferred to an ordinary ward.

After a while, when they were settled down, Henley opened his eyes and saw Corbin and the middle-aged

woman. He looked at them and asked weakly, “Mom, Dad… What happened?”

Corbin sighed and then answered, “Henley, our family is finished!”

“What?” Henley, who had just recovered from the fatal injury, felt like being hit again.

“The other party is not willing to support us anymore. We lose the source of capital, and the banks keep

urging us to pay the debts, and so do many shareholders,” said Corbin with a tired expression, “We may go

bankrupt within a month under such a situation.”

“How is it possible? How is it possible?” Henley felt his brain was going to explode.

Henley was the top among those from wealthy families. However, by that moment, he was just awake from a

great injury and was told his family was going to be bankrupt.

He had just woken up from the great injury and didn’t make the time to check about his car accident, not to

say revenge on the one who caused the car accident.

Bankruptcy meant that he would become a poor man, and the people he had offended would take revenge on

him crazily.

And he would never get Doreen.

Henley was going to break under the burden of all those thoughts.

“Dad, you must be kidding me!” said Henley, who quickly shook his head.

“I managed to convert some assets into cash. You and your mother should go abroad in the next two days, although your injury has not fully recovered yet…” Corbin said, and his face was covered by endless

exhaustion.

Henley lay on the bed, and his mind was in a mess!

At the same time, a very remote greasy restaurant in Sacramento enjoyed a different atmosphere. It was noisy and lively with many guests there.

A middle-aged man with gloves and a windbreaker was sitting in the middle of the restaurant. A few plates of

were placed in front of him, but he didn’t have

on

pocket watch in his hand. After a while, a man and two women walked over

of him.

pocket watch away, “I thought you have lived in this city for too long and forgotten who you

hint of nervousness on the faces of the three people and they did not dare

people and said calmly,

If she returns to Washington, it will be difficult for us to get her. As

make

who are very good at martial arts with them. And there

in Sacramento,” said the man,

said the middle-aged man indifferently, “In addition, Watchman No. 0, who is no longer

is also in Sacramento.

fight with him?”

the middle-aged man embarrassedly, “He went to kill Sean Dempsey yesterday. When

couldn’t help

Three people were speechless.

what he

middle-aged man as he let out a breath, “You must

you make the move. But I don’t think he would do anything.

should be

you?” asked

If you get Ingrid, take her to Washington overnight.

the

task, but… after

to run away first.

Because at the same time, he looked at the man in front of him in shock and said, “The agreed time is

“So many ladies have arrived before you. Don’t you express your apologies? Moreover…

trouble,”

sat down, he saw the phone beside the table held by a selfie stick. He thought that Ingrid and the others wanted to record their

stream.

was a professional outdoor live streamer with considerable followers. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many people coming to take photos

not like to be exposed in the eyes of too many people. Fortunately, the

he was even more unhappy. He opened three bottles,

a man! Drink

said, his expression changed slightly and encouraged, “Well, I will drink with you. How about

hurriedly whispered, “Don’t drink with Riley. Although thin, Riley is a food broadcaster. He’s an expert

eating and drinking!”

his eyebrows and thought,

table, I promise that I will drink with you. Will

he looked

Gerald

is really good at drinking. Moreover, he just wanted to make the

yourself after

whisper to Gerald, Riley’s eyes became even colder. He

the three

eyes, Gerald sighed in

interested in Ingrid, so Riley

talking with Gerald, Riley became

wanted to make Gerald drunk and see

touched his nose