Chapter 118 - The Villain King (Part 2) (1/2)
Henry was only five years old when he opened his eyes for the second time. The first time was when he was still in the arms of the beautiful woman with a beautiful and gentle face.
He grew up in the house of the Mill Family, there were privileged people. The many lives that were under their control could account for thousands, maybe millions.
”Henry, don't you want to play with your little friends?”
The woman with blond hair and a beautiful smile asked. She was not his mother. However, everyone in the house treated her as if she were the Madame of the house.
”No,” Henry didn't mind sounding rude or aggressive. He didn't like that woman a bit.
It was a shame for that beautiful woman to waste her efforts into trying to please him. He was not the usual little boy that can be bought with toys and candies, not even fruit tarts.
He was a little indifferent kid. His emerald eyes didn't reflect joy nor interest in anything, but only a mission.
[Steal a candy from a kid.]
Henry frowned from the silliness of the mission. It was ridiculous.
”Henry,” the voice of a little girl woke him up from his thoughts. ”Won't you come with me to play?”
She was the daughter of CEO Rios, one of the foreign companies that were partnering with his father. It would be impolite to discard her invitation.
He nodded and moved behind her. The other parents were already discussing their business deals, their new investments, their wonderful vacation in an exclusive resort. Whatever the boring ȧduŀt life could manage to find fun with.
The children were more simple. Candies, cakes, toys, and laughs were what they found joy with.
”Give me that!”
”What… you want it, little crybaby?”
”Give me, it is mine!”
A little boy of about five years old was between two tall boys of maybe seven years old. One of them had a popsicle in his hands and was shaking it up and laughing at the poor attempts of the little boy to grab it.
”I will tell my father…” the little boy screamed, however, before he could go running to the venue, the boy with the popsicle was shoved to the ground. Henry took the popsicle from his hands and looked at him.
”You…” the boy on the floor cried, and then ran away from the playground.
Henry shrugged his shoulders and threw the candy to the other boy. The mission was complete.
”Young master,” Mateo, his friend, and ȧssistant gave him a cookie.
”What is this?”
Henry furrowed his brows and looked at Mateo that was now behaving strangely. He was looking as if his gaze was lost.
The cookie in his hand had a name, made with chocolate chips.
”Mellie,” Henry sighed and went out of the party. It was boring, and he didn't find any sense in continuing staying there.
However, just before he could go out, the shout of his father took him by surprise.
”Stay right there, you ungrateful brat!”
However, that wishful thinking was far from reality. The clever boy had been in contact with his grandfather from the beginning. The shares on his name were passed to a trusty, the butler of his grandpa, and now he was the one who managed his finances.
”What did you do to the son of Mr. Cardile?”
The boy of seven years old was still crying while hiding behind the skirt of his mother.
”Nothing,” Henry said with an indifferent look. He was tired, so he didn't want to drag more the conversation.
”Why then is he crying? He told you that you hit him! Where are your manners! Do a son of the Mills Family behaves like that?!”
His voice was reaching every corner of the hall, the man wanted to make the old man realize that the boy was becoming unruly because of that butler. He needed better control and who can be better than his uncle to teach him.
”I didn't hit him.”
”Lies!”
The seven years old boy shouted pointing his finger. However, Henry didn't seem to be bothered by it.