"Mr. Howard. I must admit, I've been harboring a secret from you." Henry began. "But how did you know?" "I have known for some time." Mr. Howard replied. "But how? How could you know??" Henry took a deep breath. "I have my ways, Henry. Ways that are known only to those who have walked the path of service as long as I have." Mr. Howard leaned forward. Henry felt unease, he had never imagined that his secret could be compromised. But he knew Mr. Howard is a trustworthy man. "Do not worry, Henry. Your secret is safe with me. I have no intention of divulging it to anyone. I always believe that you are destined for something great. A destiny that is intertwined with George Thompson."Henry gulped as he wondered how could Mr. Howard knew of this connection. "I've been watching you. Observing your actions, your comings and goings. I hage seen the way you move, the way you speak. It is clear that there is a deep connection between you and George."Henry realized that Mr. Howard was not
Henry woke up in the plush, comfortable bed of Ravenstone mansion. The rays of the early morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a glow over the room. He stretched lazily, blinking his eyes as he remembered where he was. Ravenstone mansion is the home of George Thompson, the billionaire. Henry always remind himself that this isn't his home. He wasn't George Thompson. He's just the Wellington's son-in-law that was kicked out and had no choice but to stay in Thompson's haven. Henry sighed as he thought about his life in Willow Creek with his evil in-laws. They were all demanding. They woke him up early every morning to follow their countless commands. Henry often felt like he was nothing more than a servant in their household. As Henry descended the staircase, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air. At the foot of the stairs, he was greeted by Tristan and Mr. Howard. "Good morning, Henry. It seems like you slept soundly?" Tristan greeted. Henry return
Henry found himself languishing in boredom. Having spent his day engaged in aimless conversation with his prosecutor friend, Tristan Morris. As the sun set down across the manor, Henry's mind wandering back to his troubled marriage. "A divorce. That's all I ever seem to think about all day." Henry muttered to himself. "Still dwelling on that, are you?" Tristan raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Can't seem to help it. It's as if fate has deemed me unworthy of love." Henry replied."Nonsense, old chap. You know as well as I do that you're a Charismatic rogue. Any woman would be lucky to have you." Tristan chuckled. "Perhaps you're right. But my wife doesn't seem to think so." Henry said with a hint of sarcasm. Tristan leaned in the couch, his expression was serious. "Well, maybe there's a reason for that. Have you considered that you might be a tad difficult to live with?""Difficult?? I am a man of impeccable manners." Henry exclaimed.Tristan rolled his eyes, "That's your story and
As the man stalked forward, his movement was precise and deadly making Henry shiver in cold. Henry knew this man was no ordinary adversary. The syndicate had dispatched their finest assassin, a merciless operative of the shadow syndicate. "Surrender the watch, Constantine. You cannot escape us." the Hunter growled. "Never! This watch belongs to me." Henry refused. The hunter lunged, his blade glinting a dim light. Henry dodged woth a long chapter lightning speed, a trick he leaned from Nova. "Nova, analyze his movement," Henry commanded. "Scan complete. The subject exhibits exceptional agility and combat expertise. Recommend evasive maneuvers and strategic use of your watches abilities." Nova responded. The hunter pressed his attack relentlessly, he strikes brutally. Henry danced around him, using his watch to slow diwn the assassin's movement and anticipate his next move. "Watch out for that trap!" Nova warned. Henry leaped over a concealed snare, narrowly avoiding capture.
Henry paced back and forth in Ravenstone's study, his mind racing in thoughts about the shadow syndicate that was after his Quantum Reverie watch. He knew he had to act fast if he wanted to protect his valuable possession and uncover the truth behind the mysterious organization. Tristan sat across him, with a concern look, "Henry, are you sure about this? Leaving the safety of Ravenstone and going off on your own is dangerous. You know the syndicate will stop at nothing to get their hands on that watch." Henry nodded, "I can't put you and Mr. Howard in danger any longer. I have to face this threat head-on, no matter the cost." Tristan sighed, running a hand through his hair, "I understand your need to protect us but I wish you would reconsider. We could help you, Henry. We've already come up with a plan to defeat the syndicate once and for all." Mr. Howard was standing at the doorway, spoke up, "Henry, I must agree with Tristan. Leaving us behind could put you at a greater risk. We
Henry was wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead as he hugged the heavy boxes onto the delivery truck. It's been a week and Henry realized working as a delivery man was tough and every passing moment felt like it could be the one where the shadow syndicate hunter finally caught him. He stacked the final box in the back of the truck and he noticed a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. Henry's heart pounded when he recognized the figure standing in the distance. It was the hunter who had attacked him. Henry made up his mind and wouldn't let him get away. Without hesitations, Henry secretly followed the man. His footstep silent and careful against the concrete floor of the warehouse. The man led him through the corridors until he finally stepped into a dark storage room. "You thought you could get away from me, didn't you?" Henry sprang. The hunter stiffened and slowly turned around and gave him a smirk, "Oh, it's you, Henry. I didn't know you're also working here?"
Henry rubbed his eyes as he groggily woke up, hearing the sound of his alarm clock ringing through the silence of his apartment. He had to wake up early for his shift as a delivery rider at the local delivery company. Henry heard a knock on his door so he immediately opened it to find a woman standing there, her eyes darting around nervously. "Hey, do you need something?" Henry asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. The woman introduced herself as Lydia, and seemed hesitant to speak. She then cleared his throat, "I know who you are, Henry Constantine." "What do you mean I'm in danger? Who are you?" Henry asked sternly. Lydia took a deep breath before answering, "I'm part of the shadow syndicate hunter and they're after your watch." Henry's hand went to his wrist, "I know that they're after me and my watch but why are they after it??" Henry asked seriously."There's something special about that watch, something they want but I don't wanna help them. I wanna help you instead." Lyd
Henry gasped in astonishment as he stepped into the shimmering portal. He noticed the familiar surrounding that evoked memories on his mind. "This place, it's the bungalow house where I used to live," Henry muttered, "Why did you brought me here?" "Because I want you to know the truth that your father never rightfully owned that watch. He also stole it." Leonard interjected. Henry's heart sank at what he said, he had reclaimed the watch from his father who saved him from danger. "That's not true! My father would never steal anything." Henry protested. "Oh, but he did, Henry. He used this watch to deceive all the people. And now you're the one who pays for the price." Leonard scoffed. Henry's mind raced as he tried to process Leonard's voice and if his father had indeed stolen the watch, it meant that everything he had believed about his past was a lie. "I don't belive you. I won't give up my watch." Henry said. "You have a choice, Henry. But I want you to accept the truth that t