In a cold and windy weather, The cold rain of Heathcliff City didn't wash away the shame; it only seemed to sharpen the edges of Henry Taylor's misery. Just months ago, he had been the pride of the Taylor household, the heir apparent to a sprawling empire. Then, the tragedy struck. His parents were gone, their lives snuffed out in a blink, and with them, his protection. The board of directors, vultures in expensive suits, deemed him "too soft" and banished him from the estate he was born to rule and he was sent to live in Heathcliff city with no guidance or any love
Exiled and stripped of his inheritance, Henry was dumped in the heart of Heathcliff City. It was there he met Elena Agatha—a woman of sharp intellect and warmer heart—who became his wife. But in the grand halls of the Agatha mansion, Henry was nothing more than a servant. He was always shouted at and maltreated by his mother in law, Martha and he has grown very sick of it but he had to endure because of his wife Elena but nowadays Elena has been facing a lot of criticism because of Henry. Once hailed as the prettiest in Heathcliff city and now she has been reduced to being the wife of a Useless live in son in law husband.
"Worthless," his mother-in-law, Martha Agatha, hissed daily. "A beggar who eats my rice and breathes my air."
Henry kept his head down, scrubbing floors and enduring the biting insults of the household staff. He was a matrilocal son-in-law, a man without a name, until a black sedan pulled into the drive. The Taylor butler stepped out, bowing low before Henry, clutching a leather briefcase that held the keys to his true destiny.
Move faster, Henry! The guests arrive at seven, and I won't have them smelling your incompetence," Martha barked, her heels clicking like a metronome of disdain. Elena, standing by the stairs, bit her lip, her eyes full of a pained, silent apology she couldn't voice without sparking another of her mother's tirades.
Henry didn't look up. He couldn't. If he did, they might see the flicker of the man he used to be—the son of the Great Taylors, whose parents' sudden "accident" had stripped him of everything but his name. Banished to Heathcliff City with nothing but a suitcase, he had been a man drowning until Elena pulled him out. But in this house, his gratitude was his cage.
The doorbell chimed, a deep, resonant sound that cut through Martha's shrieking. Henry moved to open it, expecting a delivery or a mocking socialite. Instead, a silver-haired man in a pristine charcoal suit stood there. It was Mr. Benson, the Taylor family's head butler.
The old man's eyes dampened as he looked at the damp rag in Henry's hand. Without a word, Benson dropped to one knee on the very floor Henry had been scrubbing.
"Young Master Henry," Benson's voice carried a weight that froze everyone in the room. "The internal investigation is complete. The usurpers have been purged. I have brought the Black Card and the deeds to the Taylor properties. Your inheritance—two hundred billion dollars and the Taylor global resources—awaits your command."
Henry Taylor was suprised when he saw the frail and weak old man with an undeniable presence. This man was his biggest supporter while he was still the cherished young master of the Taylor family. He looked up and smiled saying, " I have waited too long for this day to come, after seven long years the heavens finally remembered me"
His whole demeanor changed and his aura became more refined and sharp. He took a glance at Martha who was on a call in the kitchen and he walked outside with Benson the butler. When they got outside, Benson wanted to kneel down and ask him to please forgive the old master and understand that the old master did it because he wanted to protect him but Henry couldn't care less at this point. " Rise up, I have already forgotten everything that happened ", this was what Henry told Benson and Benson finally wiped away the sweat on his face and then he said " Young master, all the Taylor properties across the world worth 500 trillion dollars is all yours and all the companies are now under your command and this Black card is universally recognized everywhere and it has over 150 trillion dollars. Feel free to spend it as you wish Young master "