Henry's eyebrows raised, merely scoffing at his tone."Leave this office immediately if you want to keep your job! You have no right to lie!" Lauren flared, leaning forward, furrowing his brows in a stern expression. His hands tightened into fists."But I'm telling the truth!" Lur protested, desperation evident in her trembling voice. Her confusion deepened as the corners of her eyes creased. Why was the manager suddenly all tensed up? She was certain this nuisance was just there for trouble!Lauren became fed up with her nonsense and slapped his forehead, letting out a sigh. "Didn't you see that the back of the phone has the White family logo?" He continued, ignoring her plea. "Do you want to put me into trouble, you ugly wench! Leave this office!" As he shouted, her shoulders involuntarily jolted upwards and downwards all at the same time. She hugged herself as her eyes screwed tightly shut. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over as she blinked rapidly. She knew t

All these questions ran through his mind as he sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping with the weight of it all. He lay back on the bed, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration. His brow furrowed as old memories and clues swirled in his thoughts. He would get to the bottom of this, just like all the other mysteries he'd solved. *As morning light filtered through the windows, he rolled onto his side.After his shower, the hot water helped soothe his tired muscles but did little to calm his restless mind. He towel dried his hair, sending droplets flying around his bare shoulders.Getting dressed in comfortable clothes, he paced the room as he debated his plan of attack. His stomach rumbled, reminding him he hadn't eaten. Breakfast was a hurried affair as he shoveled down cereal, barely tasting it in his focus. As he contemplated working out at the gym versus at home, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. The gym offered more equipment options but meant being around other people.

Henry's heart pounded in his chest, as his fingers clenched tightly into fists.He desperately strained his eyes, following Simon's retreating figure down the hallway, with fury, but also carefulness on his face. He knew the lives of many peoples would be in danger if he should alarm the security guards.But immediately Simon's shadows cleared from his sight, Henry's body jolted into action. He quickly reached for his phone and went to the contacts.His thumb hovered over Clifford's contact, dialing it. However, his call went unanswered. He attempted to dial the number once more but it only resulted to another failed attempt.With a silent curse, he gave up on the calls. His fingers flew across the screen, tapping out a message to Clifford. "Where are you now? Come to the office immediately. We have something urgent to discuss."With a rapid press of the send button, Henry's eyes darted towards the office door as he swiftly rotated the handle, opening the door to Clifford's office.He

Henry immediately shook his head, dismissing the idea. "It's not Irene. I'm certain of that," he stated firmly. "Why are you so sure?" Clifford pressed, though he understood where he was coming from."When we were there, I watched her closely," Henry explained. "She wasn't on her phone, neither was she sneaking texts or calls like someone coordinating an ambush. And quite frankly, Irene simply isn't cunning or smart enough to indulge in this kind of act. Let's not misguide ourselves," he said.Henry leaned back in his chair, lost in thought. After a moment, he continued, "I know she seems the obvious suspect since she was with me in the restaurant. But we can't assume guilt just because someone was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Who knows, this might just be what Simon wants us to think; directing our suspicions at out friends."He believed in the saying that not all innocent-looking people are truly innocent. Some people use their innocent appearance to deceive easily fooled

Amber scoffed, eyes rolling hard enough to strain something. Disdain crossed across her features. "I mean, just take a look at your fellow men," she said, gesturing around the room. "Are they dressed up like you are now?" She placed her hands firmly on her hips, leaning forward slightly as she scrutinized his plain clothes. "Even if you can't afford luxurious stuffs, can't you at least dress nicely? It wouldn't hurt you know."Her hands rested firmly on her hips, as she stopped to await his response. It was as if his appearance personally offended her! Ugh!Henry dragged both palms down his face, his bones tired just from her taunts. Why was he always surrounded with such negative energy?Finding the nearest empty chair, he dropped into it with a sigh. Why would he bother giving her the benefit of a reply? She wasn't why he had come there anyway. He wouldn't waste another moment on her petty jabs.Some fights simply weren't worth having. His reason for being here had nothing to do wit