The chaos didn't end there because William wouldn't let his sister Margaret to have it all and he believes that he should be the one in power over their dad's wealth. "You're so foolish for giving everything to Margaret! She knows nothing about running a business!" William wanted to humiliate his sister, but Henry was ready to defend his wife's name."That's not true! Margaret is a smart, capable woman who is more than qualified to run the company," Henry corrected. He knew Margaret had enough knowledge and experience to handle their father's business."Qualified?! Oh please! What can a housewife married to a stupid man like you do?" William insulted them, and Margaret couldn't hold back her anger anymore, confronting him with her eyes flashing."I am not just a housewife! I have a degree in business administration and I worked in the corporate world for years!" Margaret rambled, trying to stand up against her brother."Oh, really?? What were you a secretary? Oh, come on! You're so i
When Richard Wellington disappeared, Henry was left kneeling on the floor in extreme grief upon learning the truth. He was also in pain knowing he made the biggest mistake by giving up the wealth that his father owned and was falsely accused of stealing it. Henry only held the precious thing that his father left him before he was killed, "This is the only thing I have for you, Henry. Promise me my son that you never let it slip away from your hand," Henry remembered the night when his father gave him the watch, but he failed to keep the promiseHenry was only seven years old when his family faced danger. His mother was mercilessly killed by armed men in their house while his father took him to an orphanage to keep him safe before dying.However, a person secretly visited Henry at the orphanage claiming to be a friend of his father. He was Richard Wellington, revealing the news that his father was a bad person and was being pursued by the police for theft and murder.Henry was deeply
Three minutes left before twelve midnight, Henry remained standing in front of the mirror inside the bar's comfort room, anticipating his incredible change.Wanted to witness his transformation with his own two eyes. Observing his own reflection, he noticed how scruffy he was. His hair was messy, his white polo has patches of dirty marks. Henry admits he's not good of grooming himself. “What the hell is wrong with me?” he asked his reflection, a question only time could answer.Henry suddenly wondered things, he couldn't understand why he was always hated by people when did nothing wrong, always ignored like he's invisible, being judged when he's being true to himself. Henry was used being humiliated by the people who thinks his existence is a mistake and taken advantage of his kindness and innocence. “Henry, it’s time,” he heard Nova give an update. He checked his watch and saw that the transformation he had been waiting for would happen in sixty seconds.Henry also followed Nova
Nova informed Henry that when he recharges the watch the real George Logan still exist as if nothing happened but George will still remember the memories made by Henry while in his body. However, George was under the watch’s system, so he had no reaction to all of his doings. Unless Henry breaks the rule, then George will regain his real memory. Besides, Henry took advantage of the watch to carry out his plans. First, was to help his wife in handling the company but despite all of this, he's struggling because Margaret was Richard's daughter and it reminds him of his betrayals. Henry just had to keep reminding himself that Richard’s children were not at fault because they were also not aware of what happened.For now, he entrusted the wealth to Margaret and secretly helps her through George’s power that makes everything impossible, possible.Henry entered a shoe store wearing a simple black shirt paired with an old black jogger. He was still wearing his shoes that the sole was alrea
A month has passed and the Wellingtons' lives have not returned to normal as they slowly become irrelevant. Their company is on the verge of losing investors, and Margaret is doing everything she can to keep their business in the industry."I already expected this. How could we be invited to the royal wedding when we're slowly falling apart!" Madame Ofelia grunted, overwhelmed with problems they're facing."No way!! I can't accept this! I have prepared my gown!" Winona cried, dreaming of going to the palace to experience the extravagant celebration. The family was disheartened by the fact that influential families no longer recognize them after Richard Wellington's death."It's not a problem if we can't go there. They have limited number of invitations," Margaret said, grabbing food from the table."You're such a fool. The royal family symbolizes power and wealth. Having a connection with them opens doors to exclusive social circles and business opportunities," William arrogantly ret
As Henry walked down the street, he caught sight of a familiar face of a woman. He instantly hid himself behind a car, just in case he might get spotted.'What the hell??'' he was surprised to know it was William's wife, Isabella Wellington, she entering a restaurant with another man. Henry knew that William's world would come crashing down once he learns his wife was cheating on him.Henry let out a smirk as he pulled out his phone from his pocket to take a picture. It was an evidence that he could use against William and Isabella, who had been making him their scapegoat.''Let's see if you can still enslave me,'' Henry was already tired of being abused in the mansion, always at the beck and call of the Wellington family. But things were going to change and they would be the ones groveling. Henry then chose to spend the afternoon going back to the Ravenstone mansion to relax where he could eat delicious food at the table without having his hand getting slapped."I've noticed that y
Henry walked across the mansions garden, searching for the motorcycle. He spotted it parked nearby and noticed Gregory Henderson, William's cousin, gazing at it. His attention was drawn to the lavish Arnikus Nemesis X, worth a staggering $12 million."Wow...this motorcycle has a powerful engine with extreme performance. Who the f*ck owns this??'' Gregory had been long dreaming of buying the motorcycle, and he caressed it."Excuse me," he turned around and saw Henry fiddling with a key on his finger. ''And why would I move away??' He asked, looking at Henry with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the motorcycle. "Don't you know this is mine?" Gregory acted as if he owned it, thinking he could fool Henry into assuming he owned George's vehicle. Henry sighed, pushing him out of the way. ''I have no time to joke around with you, Gregory.'' He put on the black helmet and as he sat, he slowly let out the clutch lever until it started to roll forward. Gregory was left puzzled, wonde
In Henry and butler Mr. Nolan Howard's conversation, it was raised as a possibility that he could be a bridge for a business proposal to Mr. Thompson, considering that they have a close relationship and he can effectively communicate and negotiate on behalf of the Wellington family."I'm just a son-in-law. They won't listen to anything I have to say. They think I'm an idiot who knows nothing but to obey whatever they want." Henry shook his head, reminiscing about the times when he would voice his opinions and be told to shut up because his words were worthless."George once told me that you're not just a son-in-law. There's something more to you than meets the eye. George saw potential in you, and he was never wrong about his words." Mr. Howard tried to uplift him while Henry gave a bitter smile.Little did Mr. Howard know that what George told him before were Henry's own words."What about you, Mr. Howard? Do you see anything special in me?" Henry asked, curious about how other peopl
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