Chapter 92: Henry Calls Richard Daddy

The sleek, high-end sedan glided to a halt before the wrought-iron gates of the prestigious private academy, its tinted windows concealing its occupant's identity. Yet, even without the overt displays of wealth and status, the vehicle's presence alone was enough to draw the attention of the institution's staff. Moments later, the rear door opened, and a well-dressed figure emerged, his features obscured by the brim of a fedora and the high collar of his overcoat. To the casual observer, he might have been mistaken for a wealthy benefactor or alumnus who had come to visit the hallowed halls of learning. But to those with a trained eye, the man's purposeful stride and the way his gaze swept the grounds betrayed his true intentions. This was no mere social call – a man on a mission, driven by a purpose that brooked no distractions. As Charles Smith approached the main entrance, he felt a surge of trepidation wash over him, his earlier bravado faltering in the face of the unknown.