Henry's gaze locked onto Elvis, his eyes widening in sheer disbelief. Wait…..was this the same man? The one he could have sworn, against all odds, changed after all these years?What happened to the amiable conversation they had a while ago?A scoff, barely audible, escaped his lips, as he turned to look away for a second in disbelief. Disappointment filled his features. He was trying hard....trying so hard not to regret coming to this reunion party!But what was he expecting though? The truth was painfully clear. People like Elvis who used to bully before would definitely not change all of a sudden into a kind hearted person. Old habits clung to them like shadows, refusing to let go.It would be comical to think he just became a good guy that would stand up for him at the expense of his friendship with Quo. Henry knew better than to believe in such fairy tales.He stared hard at Elvis, who merely looked away after uttering a soft chuckle. Averting his gaze from Elvis, Henry turned ba

Glancing at the message, he furrowed his brow and his eyes darted between the lines, searching for a connection. He then realized that Sage's address matched Irene's, street for street. So all this while, even when Sage was still with her and was cheating with Beatrice, his house was just a few blocks from hers?His foot slammed down on the accelerator, the engine roaring to life as he accelerated into motion. He was going to give him an ever friendly visit.With a quick glance at his watch, he realized how late the time was. The hands on the watch was getting closer the position of midnight, ticking away.As he drove down the dimly lit streets, there was a pin drop silence that settled around him. The flickering streetlight cast long shadows, pointing out how empty and quiet the area was.He could see the cameras everywhere, and some officers patrolling the area.The residents also seemed like those that minded their businesses, engrossed in their own affairs and remained oblivious

Henry and Sage stared at each other with strong intensity, like they were in a battle room. The tension between them was similar to two wrestlers ready to fight in the middle of a ring.The room fell into a heavy silence as they kept their gazes on each other. This went on for some minutes before Sage broke the silence.His voice sliced through the air. "Get out of my house," Sage commanded, his tone icy.But under the cold surface, he was burning in fury. Sage squeezed his fists so tightly that the tendons stood out like ropes. The corners of Henry's mouth turned upward in mockery and disgust. "So now you know that you did is the real, ultimate shame to brotherhood. And if justice were to be given to this, you would have been stoned to death!" Sage lunged forward to attack but stopped himself, fighting to control his anger. He tried to block out all the thoughts in his head. No, what he did was right! Irene was foolish, and all he did was use it to his advantage!He took a shaky br

Peering through the window, Henry saw a large four poster bed dressed in silk sheets. Gaudy gold furnishings filled the space. This had to be Sage's room.Henry laughed quietly. Although Sage had cheated Irene and taken her fortune, it was obvious that it wasn't enough to satisfy his greed. He couldn't afford a king-sized bed with the money he had got.Well, whether Beatrice was there or not, it was none of his business. Henry frowned, doubts creeping in. Or was his assumption wrong? That his lawyer will be in this house? But where exactly?He stood in the empty upstairs hallway, stranded. There were three doors that were ajar and were the rooms without any decorations or furniture. As for Sage's room, he also considered it useless and empty since there was no trace of human in it. Henry exhaled, running a hand through his hair. This was really confusing and as he checked around, he saw no other rooms upstairs apart from these four rooms. "If I should go down there and check, an

Henry's brow furrowed deeper as the guard's words reached his ears. Irene's house? It didn't make sense. How could Nathan possibly be in Irene's house? Why would they take him there, even? Or was the guard trying to misdirect him? He grabbed a fistful of the guard's bloodied shirt, yanking him closer. "You do know you're making an expensive joke, right?"Something wasn't adding up.The guard let out a pained whimper, shaking his head desperately. "P-please, I swear I'm not joking. It may sound crazy but…but it's the truth. This was all a setup, a plan to get you here!"Henry's confident smile disappeared as he began to realize that the guard in front of him was serious and not joking. Henry paused, studying the bruised and bloodied man closely. Much of what had transpired today seemed insane and this was no different.But a trap, all to draw him in? How could any of this be true? Henry's mind was filled with questions. Was this a betrayal of some sort? His mind flashed back to what