"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
A day of reckoning had arrived where Henry Constantine had been tirelessly pursuing a sinister secret veiled within the towering facade of Prometheus Pharmaceuticals company led by Columbus Parker.In the dim twilight of the early morning, Henry guise as George Thompson and was with Agent Harley West of the National Bureau of Investigation and trusted prosecutor Tristan Morris to prepare for a raid that would shake the pharmaceutical industry to its core.The NBI received irrefutable evidence that Columbus Parker, the CEO of Prometheus Pharmaceuticals, was operating an illicit production and distribution of illegal drugs.“Tris, you have to be careful.” George was worried for his cousin because he knows Parker is connected to some high-powered people and might target him. It is possible that there are other big-time drug lords who may be affected, and they will surely be targeted to prevent their drug operations from failing.“We have the element of surprise on our side, he'll never s
Henry never expected Margaret to hug him, who had never shown him any affection in their loveless marriage."Henry, you don't need to pretend to be someone else. I accept you for who you are," Henry refused to believe her words because they contradicted his actions."No, you don't accept me. You only see me as an option when you have problems. You can't even accept me as your husband because I don't meet your standards, and I understand that, but I can't help but wonder what's wrong with me, if I'm the kind of person who is unlovable." Even now, Henry is still hurt by the fact that Margaret Wellington does not accept him as her husband. She's just pretending to be his wife, but he really hates it."There's nothing wrong with you, Henry. I just don't know why I can't seem to love you. I'm trying to let my heart feel you, but there's a feeling that I can't understand about you, as if you're the person who could shatter my world," Margaret said, wanting to be honest with him. "I'm just n
Tristan Morris invited Henry to Ravenstone to celebrate his success in getting Columbus Parker prosecuted and won back his ex-wife, the President's daughter, Clementine Dewey."Congratulations, Tristan. I am glad you've accomplished your mission," Henry said, raising his glass in a toast. "You pulled off a remarkable victory." "Thank you, Henry. I couldn't have done it without you and George," Tristan smiled, his eyes twinkling with pride. "It was indeed a challenging case, but we managed to bring justice." "You're one of a kind, Tristan," Henry, raising his glass in a toast again." You pulled off a remarkable victory." As they sipped their drinks, Tristan couldn't resist sharing how he won back the love of his life. "Henry, guess what? I had a wonderful night with her. We had a romantic date, and I proposed to her." "Wow! That's great," Henry was surprised at how quickly things had moved. "She said yes! I'm going to get married again," Tristan chuckles. Henry laughed along, but
Henry succeeded in taking down Columbus Parker and was never seen again by the world. Now, Henry's life has returned to normal, but he still hasn't been able to return to Willow Creek because the Wellingtons are angry with him for what he did at the royal event the other week. Today, Margaret accompanied him to enter the mansion because Henry wanted to ask for forgiveness from his mother-in-law for the trouble he caused. "Who said that jerk can enter here?!" Madame Ofelia dictated when she saw her son-in-law's face."Mother, can you please listen to Henry's explanation? There's a reason why he did that, so please give him a chance to explain," Margaret hoped she would listen."I don't want to hear such excuses. Your husband is simply a buffoon who cannot be trusted with anything important," Madame Ofelia dismissively waved her hand."It was an accident and I was just protecting my wife against that evil man who pulled out a blade. He could have stabbed Margaret with it," Henry clarif
Henry Constantine stood in the living room, his eyes fixed on the man who was his father, but didn't recognize him. Clifford Constantine, a young man in his early thirties, with a confused expression on his face, looked back at Henry."Who are you?" Clifford asked, his voice firm but laced with a hint of uncertainty.Henry took a deep breath, trying to composed himself. He had traveled back in time to 2006, a year that was etched in his memory as a pivotal moment in his father's life. He had to be careful, very careful, if he wanted to change the course of events that led to his father's demise."I'm... Henry," he said, trying to sound as normal as possible.Clifford's eyes narrowed. "I don't know you. What are you doing in my house?"Henry's heart raced as he struggled to find the right words. He couldn't reveal his true identity, not yet. He had to gain his father's trust, and the only way to do that was to play along."I... I think I might have gotten lost," Henry said, trying to s
Henry Constantine stood outside the small, rundown apartment, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. He had traveled through time and space to reach this moment, and he was determined to make it count. He had to save his father, Clifford Constantine, from the fate that awaited him.Henry took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the door. He raised his hand to knock, but before he could, the door swung open, and a young Clifford stood before him."Yes?" Clifford asked, eyeing Henry warily.Henry's heart skipped a beat. This was his father, but not the frail, old man he had grown up with. This was a strong, young man, full of life and vitality."Dad," Henry said, his voice shaking.Clifford's expression changed from curiosity to confusion. "Do I know you?" he asked.Henry hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. He didn't want to reveal his true identity, not yet. "I...I'm just a friend," he said, trying to sound calm.Clifford's eyes narrowed. "I don't think we've met before. What do you w
"Henry? What's going on with you? Why did you attacked my friend, Richard?" Clifford asked. Henry sighed, "I don't know, I just lost my temper." he looked down, avoiding his gaze. Clifford's expression turned stern, "Lost your temper? Henry, you almost hurt my friend. What's going on with you?" Henry's eyes snapped back up, "I said I don't know. Just drop it." "Okay, I know you're going through a tough time, kid. But you can't lash out at others like that. You have to learn to control your emotions." Clifford advised. Henry's defiance faltered, "I'm sorry, I was really out of my mind."Clifford's expression turned sympathetic, "It's alright. We all make mistakes but you have to promise me one thing, you can't hurt other people like that. You have to learn to deal with your emotions in a healthy way." Henry's gazze drifted up and there's a mischievous glint on his eyes as he looked at his father," What if I told you that your friend will betray you? What would you do? "Clifford'
Henry's eyes opened and he was greeted by a worried face of man who has familiar features. But yet it was unfamiliar at the same time. Henry's mind was fogy and he tried to remember what had happened and he remembered he fainted. "Thank goodness, you're awake! how are you feeling?" the man's eyes lit up with relief as he helped Henry sit up. Henry's gaze locked onto the man's face,trying to place him. "Who are you?" he asked. "I'm the one who found you unconscious in the middle of the town square and your lucky I was passing by. By the way what's your name, boy? the man replied. Henry's mind was still racing as he looked around and tried to get his bearing. Where was his friend, Tristan Morris? He was the last person he remembered seeing. "Tristan Morris, have you seen him?" Henry mumbled. The man's expression turned puzzled, "I don't know anyone by that name. You're in the town square and you fainted." Henry's gaze snapped back to the man, "Town Square? but I was in ravenstone
"George. I admit that Im guilty of stealing your identity but there's a lot to explain and I hope you'll hear me out." Henry said.Tristan intervened, "George? Let's hear him out. We've come a long way to get this point. Let's not rush to judgment." George's expression softened slightly but his anger still simmered just below the surface, "Fine. Explain yourself. But I'm not going to tolerate any lies or deceit. You just brainwashed my cousins brain." he dissed. Henry nodded, "It's a long story, but I'll try to keep the brief. So it all started because off this watch. Or should I call the Quantum Reverie watch, this is an extraordinary device that allows me to switch identities with only one persona. It's a tool I've been using to correct some wrongs in my past." he began. "And I have chose your identity because we share a similar fate. We both have families that were wronged in some way. My father's riches were stolen by my cruel in-laws and I'm sure you have your own story of bet
The two huddled don't he computer screen in front of them, Henry was typing in the keyboard, trying to access George Thompson's computer but to no avail. "Come one, I've acceseed this computer countless times before but why won't it work now?" Henry muttered. Tristan watched Henry tries to attempt, "When did the watch starting to malfunction? I'm just curious of what's going on?" Henry's eyes dropped to the pocket watch dangling from his waistcoat, "I'm afraid so, Tristan. I've been having some trouble with it lately. It's been getting harder to switch personas." "That's not good, Henry. We badly need to get into this computer if we're going to find any clues about their disappearance." Tristan said. Henry's gaze snapped back to the computer screen. "I'll try again and again. I have to get in." Tristan placed a hand on Henry's shoulder. "Let me try, then. Sometimes a fresh perspective can work wonders." Henry sighed and stepped aside to let Tristan take over. Tristan's fingers
The stormy night had turned the deserted road into a battlefield. Henry and Tristan were fighting for their lives against the shadow syndicate hunters. With the flashes of gunfire, the darkness was illuminated as the sound of thunder was drowned out by the constant exchange of bullets. Tristan continued to maneuvered the car with precision, he took sharp turns and dodge the bullets while Henry was above the din of the battle. "I'm trying, Henry!" Tristan shouted, his knuckles turning white as he gripped on the steering wheel. The syndicate's numbers seemed endless and Henry's bullets were running low. He reached for a spare but his pocket was empty. "Tris, I'm out of ammo," Henry said. Tristan's eyes darted to the rear view mirror where he saw the syndicate's vehicles closing in. "Oh no. I'm out of bullets too. Our only option is to get out of here." he exclaimed. Henry's hand instinctively went to his wrist, where his Quantum Reverie watch glowed with a soft blue light. He act
"I'm not sure I need your help." Henry said. "You're not exactly in a position to turn down assistance, Henry. We've heard about the capabilities of your watch. We are willing to help you protect it and yourself." Henry's eyes flickered toward Tristan, who raised an eyebrow in warning. "Henry, they may be trustworthy but be cautious, but don't let them take the watch. Try to befriend them and use them as a backup when the shadow syndicate attacks." Henry's eyes refocused on the bounty hunters and he forced a hesitant smile, "I appreciate your offer. But can I ask, what's in it for you?" Other bounty hunter shrugged, "We're not in it for the money, Henry. We're in it for the thrill of the hunt. And taking down the shadow syndicate would be a feather in our caps." Tristan's eyes narrowed, his confusion evident. "Henry, what are you doing?" he whispered. Henry's response was a subtle shrug as he engaged the bounty hunters in conversation. "So tell me what you guys are planning. How
Henry was accompanied by Tristan as they emerged form the car with Lydia, seated in a wheelchair beside them. While Mr. Howard was surprised to see the sight of Lydia's fragile form. "What happened?" Mr. Howard eyes darting between the three of them. "I apologize for not informing you and this unexpected arrival. We've had quite an eventful day. And I'll explain." Henry said. Tristan standing beside Henry, scratching his nape, "We really had a bit of a situation on our hands." he said.As they entered the mansion, Henry began to share what happened, "We found Lydia at the old abandoned house which is my house located on the outskirts of town. She was on the floor, unconscius and we immediately take her to the hospital." Tristan picked up where Henry left off, "The doctors diagnosed her with memory loss, Mr. Howard. She doesn't remember anything, not even her own name." Mr. Howard's eyes grew wide. "That's terrible! And why was she discharged this early?" Henry's expression darke