As the words "a gun" left her lips, she felt bewilderment creep up her neck. Could it truly be a gun that caused the tire to burst?Did someone shoot out their tire? She didn't have time to investigate further. Doubt crept in as she ran her hands through her hair. If she didn't get a move on, she'd be late before the bomb went off. "Gun?" The driver echoed, turning to face her with raised eyebrows. She nodded, already growing impatient. "A fucking bullet. I don't have time to check the type of bullet now," she muttered, more to herself than the driver. Checking her pocket for money, she continued, "I better find another taxi. Here, for your trouble." She pressed the money into his hand, not waiting for change. Being late was not an option. Arguing would only waste more precious minutes.She stepped onto the roadside as she glanced back and forth for another taxi, but none appeared on the empty street. With a huff of frustration, she slammed her fists against a pole.If waiting wa

The lights of the bomb's components were off, and the timer had gone blank, blending in the darkness. Henry opened Clifford's drawer, took out a torch, and switched it on.He positioned it to shine on the bomb so he could see clearly.There were some parts of it that were still emitting light, but they gradually went dark. Henry couldn't believe how relieved he felt at that moment. He took a deep breath, realizing that everything was returning to normal and that a new tragedy wouldn't occur in Green Hill City. Simon's plans had already failed. Everything had crumbled before his eyes.As the last glow of the bomb died away, Henry's gaze drifted to Irene. In the torchlight, he saw a wide smile of relief and joy splitting her face. His eyes couldn't help but reflect with gratitude towards her. If not for her quick wits, who knows how many lives might have been lost this night? She had saved his father's legacy, the company he'd spent decades building.At that moment, Henry wanted noth

Henry's mind raced with confusion. What was Irene doing here? He had only expected to find Priscilla after she covered him with a blanket the night before. "How did you get in?" he asked Irene. She tilted her head, a playful smile on her lips."You were dead to the world when I arrived," she replied. "Snoring like a chainsaw in the garden, might I add." She chuckled at the memory. "I tried waking you at first, making plenty of noise as I cleaned. Banging drawers, blasting the vacuum." Her smile turned sly. "But you slept through it all. So I decided to let you rest and tidy up instead."Irene took a step back, leaning against the doorframe once more. "You must've been more tired than I thought. I'm just glad you're finally up." Henry was still as confused, but he merely shrugged, going into the bathroom to dress up.After getting dressed into his usual suit and suit pants, Henry exited his room and glanced over the banister. Irene stood below, her forehead creased in concentration

Priscilla lowered the barbell onto the rack with a satisfied sigh, finishing her last set of squats for the morning. Her muscles burned pleasantly from the intense workout. After a quick stretch to cool down, she grabbed her towel and water bottle. On the way out of the gym, she wiped the sweat from her brow and took a long drink. The café across the street was just opening as Priscilla arrived. She ordered an egg white scramble and fruit salad, finding a small table by the window. As she ate, she watched the morning traffic go by and let her body unwind. Feeling reenergized, she checked the time - still plenty of morning left. Priscilla dumped her dishes and hustled back across the street, eager to get in another session before work. The familiar sounds and smells of the gym surrounded her as she stepped inside, ready to push herself even further.Priscilla finished tying the ribbon in her hair and glanced at her reflection, checking her appearance. As she turned to leave, one of th

Henry scoffed as he inserted his hands into his pocket and stared at Quo, he felt as if he should just give me a good punch on his cheeks. He was definitely wasting his time, maybe if he could push him off the way, it would save his time. Henry raised an eyebrow up and brought it down again then he began to walk away, hitting his shoulder with his. Quo scoffed as he watched Henry leaving. "He is so arrogant, deep down he wants the money" he shook his head as he spoke in whisper. Henry entered his car has he began to drive out of the company, lots of things on his mind as he tried to focus on one thing and that's the person who is behind all this shits. Trying to confuse him, and he thinks the person Is already winning because he is so confused right now. He needs to think straight and focus then suddenly his heart sank when Irene's face appeared in his mind. His eyes traced his phone on top of the passenger seat then he took it and dialed her number, he made sure he was lookin