Invincible Heir novel Chapter 6

After a brief lull, Joker panicked, floundering at Tracy’s enraged glare as he stumbled, “Don’t listen to his nonsense, Tracy – how could I do something so horrible to Lara?”

What passed for his conscience thumped in his chest? He didn’t understand red diamonds – if he’d known how expensive it was, he wouldn’t have handed over the bracelet even if it killed him. All he’d done was give his subordinate six hundred thousand, and he’d ended up with a bracelet like this.

“My nonsense?”

Baron released a cold chuckle. “If you don’t know how rare and how expensive a red diamond actually is, go online and check it now to see if any of what I said was nonsense.”

“Baron, shut your mouth!”

Just as Joker was put on the spot, Sherry, incensed, barked, “Who do you think you are, calling out Mr. Warner like that? Mr. Warner already said that the bracelet was brought back by a friend from overseas, so if there really is some problem with it, it has nothing to do with Mr. Warner himself! At least he put the effort into preparing a gift, but what about you? You’re seeing your own daughter for the first time after disappearing for five years, and you’re giving her this crappy worn-down rock?”

Baron knew that explanations wouldn’t do him any good. After all, in Sherry’s eyes, he was just a useless piece of trash. The difference between him and the favored son of the Warner family was comparable to the gap between heaven and earth.

What Sherry didn’t know was that what she saw as heaven and hell had already been turned upside down.

“Enough!”

Tracy had remained silent for all the while, and finally erupted. Her body trembled slightly as she inhaled a deep breath, controlled her rage, and gazed at Joker. “I apologize for my husband throwing your things around. Rest assured, I will pay you back the six hundred thousand.”

“Oh?”

Joker gave a start and shook his head hurriedly. “It was my poor judgment this time. I trusted the wrong person. The bracelet is radioactive, so of course I can’t give it to Lara. I’ll give a better gift another day.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Tracy said icily.

Hearing that, Joker said nothing in reply. Tracy was angry and didn’t have an opinion of him. If he tried to argue the point now, his chances would grow even slimmer.

At that moment, a black Rolls-Royce with Cona license plate A88888 rolled to a halt in front of the Perry courtyard, followed by an unlicensed, brand new white Maserati with a velvet red interior, obviously a car meant for a woman.

Two bulky men exited the Rolls-Royce with an enormous box and headed inside the Perry home.

“Mr. Perry, someone’s coming in from the outside. They say they’re bearing gifts, and they’re carrying a huge box.”

The maid went out, took a look, and reported happily, “Right, and there’s also a Rolls-Royce parked outside with the license plate Cona-A88888.”

At first, hearing that someone had come with gifts, the Perry Clan didn’t make too much of it. But when they heard there was a luxury car parked outside numbered with that specific license, everyone drew in a collective gasp of shock.

Henry stood bolt upright himself, blurting, “Are you sure it was five eights?”

“Sure as sure can be, Mr. Perry; there’s five eights on the license plate,” the maid hurried to respond.

“Everyone, follow me outside to receive our guests!” Henry made a split second decision and scrambled out to the garden.

The owner of Cona-A88888 was the richest man in the State of Cona – Edward Lewis. How could Henry not feel nervous?

He led everyone out, only to see a single middle-aged man standing there, dressed in an impeccable suit.

“Good day!”

Henry jogged up to the man and shook his hand enthusiastically.

Seeing the middle-aged man, Joker was stunned. This was Paul, Edward’s personal butler. Despite the man’s position as a servant, even Joker’s own father had to lower his head and greet Paul whenever they met.