Henry's brow furrowed as he climbed out of the car. Just minutes ago he had searched every room in the empty house.Now Clifford claimed Nathan's phone was moving inside? None of this made any sense…unless someone was still inside.He ran his hands through his hair, fingers tangling in the strands as disbelief and confusion swirled within him. Why the heck was everything so complicated?He had never felt so stressed and confused in all his life!Rather than shrugging it off, Henry strode toward the house again, throwing open the door with such force that it banged against the wall. His eyes darted everywhere as he tried to focus. Henry scanned the couch but saw nothing. His pulse quickened as Clifford's words echoed in his mind - the phone was moving. Someone else was here. "Show yourself!" he roared. Henry suddenly became still, fully aware of his surroundings. He focused his hearing, hoping to detect any unusual sounds. He listened for a creaking floorboard or any signs of move

Henry's eyes flew wide. "What do you mean, gone?"A sob burst from Irene's lips. "He managed to escape. Sage didn't see him, he was too busy with m-me." Her voice dropped to a whisper and he could tell she was not letting out all the information.Henry ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "And what about Sage?" he demanded. "Where's that maniac that kidnapped you?"Irene could only shake her head mutely. Her eyes squeezed shut as if keeping back a horrible image. Before she could respond, Henry's phone rang insistently in his hands. He checked the caller ID, eyes widening in disbelief. "It's Nathan," he said incredulously, swiping to accept the call. He shot to his feet, pressing the phone to his ear. "Nathan? Where in god's name are you?" he asked, concern filled in his voice.A familiar chuckle came through the line. "Young master," he began. "I'm not exactly sure of my current location, but I'll be fine. I've already gone into disguise. I know you must be worried sick about m

When she noticed Henry's gaze was burning on her, she turned to him. "Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm actually proud of him. It's just… the way he moved—so graceful and controlled. And the look he gave me...pity. I mean, I'm not the one who's in a situation like he was."Henry didn't find that suspicious. Everyone that worked for the White all went through some kind of training to give them the brute character they had.To him, it was her first time seeing things like that and that was why she felt it was strange."I wouldn't read too much into Nathan's expression," Henry assured her. "I would have felt the same way if I were in his position. He felt so sad about how Sage was mistreating you, and that's all."He rinsed his plate in the sink and turned to face Irene. "We still need to visit Sage in custody today. If you can't meet up, I'll go by myself, okay?"Irene nodded and rolled her eyes. Henry checked his watch with a sigh. "Also, I can't wait for you, miss. You have legs, so you c

Henry frowned skeptically. "I don't know about that though…. Maybe I'll ask Irene for more details later." He then threw a look at Clifford. "Do you even know the Irene I'm talking about?" He asked.Clifford leaned back in his chair, nodding slowly as he peered out the window in thought. "Of course, I have seen her a couple of times in the sales department. She is really attractive and well-mannered. I wonder what that Sage of a guy wants. I think he was just using her since she was too kind and easy to fool."Henry huffed a quiet laugh and nodded, rising from his seat. "Later," he said, turning his back to walk out of the office.At The Willstone's Mansion.Clara stared in disbelief at the box on the table before her. Someone had brought in the parcel a while ago. Her fingers trembled slightly as she lifted the lid, peering inside with anticipation and awe. A bottle glinted in the sunlight pouring through the windows. It was a bottle of red wine, her favorite. "Wow," she gasped i

"Thank you for your unsolicited advice. Now, where is he?" Irene snapped back at them, her usual calm and sweet expression vanishing in anger. Wrinkled formed across her brow as a frown pulled at her features. She shot each of them a glare, before facing her system again.She had grown tired of them. She appreciated their kindness towards her, but they always looked down on others who didn't fit in their social circle. In fact, almost every worker in the company felt themselves higher than others because of their social status.She knew that pointing this out wouldn't end well, as they had grown proud and stubborn over time. Even though Irene wanted to talk about this issue with them, she knew it would only bring more trouble upon herself. With a sigh, Irene turned her focus back to the monitor on her desk, to distract herself from the conversation around her. Her eyes scanned over the document she had been revising for Henry's upcoming project. Though the initial work was complete,