George fished out the phone from his pocket as the Wellingtons studied him with inquisitive gazes. "Excuse me, I have to answer this call." He walked a short distance away from them and answered the incoming call from Mr. Howard."Young Master, you are needed back at Ravenstone at once, there's an emergency that requires your immediate attention." The butler sent him reports indicating security breaches befallen on Ravenstone and his presence was needed to rectify the situation so he immediately went his way back down there."I have to take my leave now," he bid Margaret goodbye who had been clutching her phone waiting for Henry to answer her call.George entered his sleek limousine and Mr. Fred navigated the city nestled amidst towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, residing Henry who's disguising as the billionaire, George Logan Thompson. A man of immense wealth and influence but beneath his veneer of affluence and power, a hidden truth lay dormant, waiting to be unearthed. Hi
Henry couldn't get the monk's words out of his mind while being taken by taxi to the Willow Creek mansion. Those words were deep and he couldn't understand their meaning.He sighed, took money from his pocket and paid the driver. He was standing outside the mansion, feeling nervous because he had witnessed earlier in the morning where Isabella Wellington implicated his name. He was accused of framing her and was suspected of wanting to ruin the reputation of William Wellington, who had a past connection to George Thompson."You got yourself into this, Henry, so face it." He didn't know if Nova was cheering him on or teasing him."Whatever. This will pass." Henry said and entered the gate.As he stepped inside, he was greeted by a strong punch to the face from William. William had prepared for it, wanting revenge for the punch Henry had given him before.Henry touched his bleeding lips, "What? Does it hurt?" William laughed."Yeah, it's good but not enough to make me feel the pain," Hen
Henry fulfilled his mother-in-law and younger sister-in-law's wish to include the entire Wellington family in the Royal Wedding with the help of his other identity, George Thompson, who acted quickly and they received an invitation card today."Is this real?!" Madame Ofelia had a wide smile on her face as she opened the card."The royal highness, Prince Charleston IV and Queen Francesca Burton requests the honor of your presence at the Royal Palace for a grand banquet to celebrate the union of our families. In the company of the royale family with joy and celebration, we invite Ofelia, William, Margaret, Isabella and Winona Wellington.Date: March 28, 2024Time: 12p.mVenue: Royal Palace, England.William who was reading from behind his mother was pleased when he noticed that Henry Constantine's name was not included in those invited, "It's good to see that there's no trash coming with us.""Thankfully, so what are we doing now? Let's prepare for the royal wedding!" Isabella said, una
On the memorable day of March 28th, the Wellington family, accompanied by the enigmatic billionaire George Logan Thompson, gracefully made their entrance into the magnificent ballroom of the palace.The atmosphere crackled with anticipation and Winona couldn't contain her excitement as the royal wedding event unfolding before their eyes. As they made their way through the crowd, William couldn't resist poking fun at his brother-in-law, Henry, who was unable to join them."Where's your buddy, Henry?" William teased George, "Did he get lost on his way to the palace?""William, don't do that here," Margaret warned him."Poor Henry, missing out on rubbing elbows with royalty," William retorted.At that moment, George interjected with a sly smile, "Don't worry, William. Henry Constantine is here. He's just making a grand entrance."William raised an eyebrow, "Oh, really? And how do you know that?""Let's just say I have my sources," George tapped his shoulders. Madame Ofelia sat together
"Henry, you should be careful changing your identity in public places,'' Henry overheard Nova's warning as he changed back to his identity as Henry Constantine in the bathroom.''Don't worry. All I need is my wife for now, so I won't let this opportunity slip by.'' Henry confidently remarked, feeling a sense of accomplishment. His plans had been executed flawlessly up to this point, with Margaret Wellington catching the Royal Family's attention with her talent. However, he was a bit disappointed upon overhearing their conversation earlier.He wondered if Margaret would still favor them, after his name being ridiculed in front of her?Henry re-entered the ballroom, his excitement turning into dread as he spotted Margaret Wellington dancing with a familiar figure - Columbus Parker, George Thompson's mortal enemy.Henry quickened his pace, maneuvering through the crowd to reach his wife, who was dancing with the dangerous man.''Well, well, look who decided to grace us with his presence,'
After being taken into custody by the police officer, Henry was confined in the gloomy jail, locked inside a cold, steel cage. A grievous predicament confronted him, consumed by worry and uncertainties. The bail set for his release appeared insurmountable, a seemingly unattainable sum.Pacing restlessly within the cell's narrow confines, Henry's thoughts were interrupted by Nova's voice. "Stop worrying. Mr. Nolan Howard will arrive shortly to secure your release," she informed, causing Henry's brow to crease in surprise."How did that happen? I didn't contact him at all," he uttered, bewildered that Mr. Howard would intervene in his issue."Do you really have a short-term memory, Henry? Have you forgotten that Mr. Howard is willing to help his Young Master's friend?" Nova's words struck a chord, and Henry sank down onto the bench, leaning against the wall, feeling a sense of relief at the knowledge that someone was willing to come to his aid.Moments later, Henry heard the door to his
Commercial airliner Flight 713 touched down in the desolate desert of Illinois, Chicago. They narrowly avoided a mid-air collision with the towers and made a safe landing, but the hijackers remained in control of the cabin.Tristan Morris kept a wary eye on the hijackers looming behind them."Get down!" the man ordered. Both he and Henry stood up, exchanged glances, and suddenly attacked the man to seize the gun. Tristan kicked him in the stomach, knocking him unconscious."What now?" he asked Henry."We need a plan. Something to give us an advantage." Henry replied as they locked themselves in the cockpit and he heard Nova activating the watch and sprang into action."Activating Emergency Protocol. Initiating stealth mode." Nova was capable of assisting them in combat, analyzing the situation, providing tactical options and potential outcomes."Armed men with assault rifles herding the terrified passengers out of the aircraft." Henry couldn't stand by and watch innocent lives being t
Henry Constantine was relishing this rare privilege of being accommodated overnight in the guest quarters of the President along with prosecutor Tristan Morris.“This is so surreal, who would've thought we'd be spending the night at the White House?” Henry remarked, chuckling while remembering what William said that he'd be sleeping in prison.“The moment I decided to join forces with you, Henry, I knew I was in for an adventure, but I never thought it would lead me here, to the place I left behind long ago,” said Tristan, his eyes twinkling with amusement.“Speaking of which, I've been meaning to ask you, how did that happen?” Henry was curious about the circumstances that led to Tristan's estrangement from his ex-wife, Clementine Dewey.“It's a long story,” Tristan said with a somber tone. “We were married for a while, but things... didn't work out.”Henry sensed the pain beneath his stoic facade. He patted his back. “Umm, it's okay, man. You don't have to talk about it if you're no