My Waste Husband
Chapter 1510

Chapter 1510



Henry had a good night's sleep and woke up naturally the next morning.

After getting up from bed, he pulled opened the curtains and saw that Wade and his gang were standing in front of Sylvia's villa. Dozens of reporters were gathered in front of them, with cameras and all sorts of gadgets in their hands, constantly focused on them.

Henry walked out of the room to see that Plasedo was standing in the middle of the courtyard.

"Oh, you're finally awake, My Lord." Plasedo greeted respectfully after turning around when he heard sounds of movement behind him.

"What's going on?" Henry looked at Wade with a puzzled expression.

Plasedo answered with a smile, "Sir, your great accomplishment last night has been spread like wildfire. Many reporters have sneaked in today, Lord Bai and the others are getting the group of reporters to take a photo to serve as a memory."

"Memory? What memory?"

"Look at that banner." Plasedo pointed with an outstretched hand.

Henry then saw Wade pull up an extremely eyecatching banner with large words on it.

"Two more days before Syl moves in with the War Goddess."

Henry rolled his eyes. "Those guys, as if the scene was not huge enough!"

It was clear that Sylvia was not at home, and neither was Deputy Officer Zhou. Otherwise, Deputy Commander Zhou would have showed up at the scene furiously.

Henry's mouth curved into a smile. If they were going to play, they might as well aim higher. He said to Placedo, "Could you check where Sylvia is right now?"

"They are getting ready for the meeting that is happening soon. General Lin has gone to choose a formal dress." Plasedo quickly provided Henry with an accurate location. In that era, a person no longer seemed to have any privacy of their whereabouts, and that also applied to even the War Goddess. As long as they were within an area that had surveillance cameras, their location would be exposed.

About ten minutes later, Henry arrived at a shopping mall.

Sylvia was picking out suitable gowns in a lavishly decorated store, under the company of the Martial King. She was getting ready for the upcoming meeting. The expensive gowns hung all over the shop, each of which was expensive enough to turn away the ordinarily wealthy people.

Deputy Officer Zhou and the Martial King's men followed closely behind them.

"I think this one looks pretty good." Martial King gestured to a red gown. It looked decent and classy.

This gown was indeed very pretty, but Sylvia only took a glance at it, then looked away.

The Martial King did not notice Sylvia's gaze. He continued, "I think you'd look good in it. Why don't you go try it."

Upon hearing that, Sylvia, who was about to move away from the gown, stopped in her tracks and pointed at it.

The salesperson took it off the rack hurriedly. Just as she was about to hand it over to Sylvia, a large hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere and snatched the red gown that was about to be handed over to Sylvia.

The Martial King frowned, then turned to look at the person who had arrived so suddenly, then said through gritted teeth, "Syl Zhang!" Everything Henry had done yesterday, from destroying the Photon Hotel, to loudly teasing Sylvia in the middle of the night, had greatly embarrassed the Martial King. The Martial King found himself unable to display a friendly expression at the sight of Henry.

Deputy Officer Zhou's eyes widened, she now detested feared seeing Sy I the most. "Zhang, you..."

Henry looked at the Martial King and said, "She doesn't like red, and that colour doesn't suit her."

Upon hearing that, the Martial King was stunned.

Henry casually tossed the red dress aside, then pointed to a blue gown and said, "This one suits her better, go bring that one over."

The salesperson looked at the Martial King, but he did not say anything, and so she did not dare to make any movement.

"Bring it over." Henry ordered once more.

Sylvia smiled. "I think there's no need for the famous Sy I Zhang of Radiant Island to make things difficult for an ordinary person. I can just go and get it myself."

Sylvia walked over to the blue gown, picked it up, and went into the fitting room on her own.

That blue gown was exactly what

caught Sylvia's eye the moment she entered the store. However, that colour did not match her identity as the War Goddess, therefore she did not pay much attention to it, but whether or not she paid attention to it was a different matter from whether or not she liked it, Among the gowns, the one she fancied most had been picked out by Henry.

A few minutes later, when Sylvia appeared in front of the Martial King's team in the blue gown, the Martial King's gaze never left Sylvia for even a second.

Unlike her usual heroine-like

appearance, Sylvia looked like a celestial being who had descended from heaven into the mortal world. The shade of blue looked as if it was tailored for her, it did not lack extravagance, but also had hints of playfulness and some magnificence, it was a unique piece of art. At that moment, thousands of words and phrases that could be used to describe the word "beautiful" could be used on this woman.

Even Deputy Officer Zhou and the salesperson's eyes were filled with amazement.

Deputy Officer Zhou had never seen Sylvia in such a naive and romantic colour. At that moment, she was no longer the invincible War Goddess. She was a little lady whom people would fall in love uncontrollably.

Henry smiled. No one knew what suited Sylvia better than him.

However, in the eyes of Deputy Officer Zhou, Henry was smiling smugly.

"What are you so proud of? This is all because our general is a natural beauty." Deputy Officer Zhou glared at Henry.

The Martial King stared at Sylvia for a long while before he shifted his gaze away from her, and said to the salesperson, "I'll take this. How much is it?"

"Lord Martial King." The salesgirl replied respectfully, "This gown was personally designed by the great master designer Dervon Yu. You would not find another within the entire Wanshan District, so it's slightly more expensive, ny-nine thousand eight hundred yuan."

Ny-nine thousand eight hundred yuan was a massive sum that a teacher of the academy would never be able to earn even if he did not spend any money for food or drink for five years, but for the Martial King, it was nothing.

"Alright, I'll take it." The Martial King nodded.

"You want it?" Henry threw a sideways glance at the Martial King and said, "Who do you even think you are? I found this dress first. I'll offer two hundred thousand yuan for it."

Upon hearing that, the salesperson looked at Henry, and then at the Martial King, not daring to make a move.

"Five hundred thousand." The Martial King's expression was unchanged.

Henry smiled and stretched out five of his fingers and said, "Five hundred thousand and one yuan."

The Martial King looked at Henry and said, "It looks like you, Lord Zhang, aren't seeing eye to eye with me today. Two million yuan."

"What do you mean I don't see eye to eye with you? I was the one who noticed the gown first, and so I should be the one buying them first. Look at

you offering two million dollars just like that, you think you're so rich?" Henry looked at the Martial King disdainfully and said, "Ten million."

The Martial King frowned. Even with his status, he also felt that this price was a little too much.

Although the Martial King possessed

great power, there were still two other forces that were greater than he was in the main city. He did not have many ways to earn money. Furthermore, all the power and authority the Martial King possessed had been passed down from his elders. He was not the only descendant of his father, therefore he was unable to gain complete access of those funds.