"I can't believe you're doing this to me, Lydia? You know I never wanted to cheat on my wife," Henry dictated as he turned to Lydia. Lydia looked up at him with a sly smile, "Why you're blaming me? I thought you want it too." "No, I don't. You know I was under a lot of pressure at work and my mission to find the syndicate and you suddenly appeared, tempting and distracting me." Lydia's shook his head, "So now it's my fault? You made the choice to kiss me.""I should never have trusted you, Lydia. You were never really on my side, were you?? You were just using me to get what you wanted." Henry angered. Lydia stand and approached him, "Of course, I'm on your side and you don't have to be so uptight all the time. We could have some fun together." Henry glared at her, "Are you dumb? You see, I have a wife and even though she didn't love me but I don't have the right to cheat on her as I made vows to her." "Come on, Henry. Don't be so naive. You think your wife is the only one for y
"Are they gone?" Lydia asked. "For now but they'll be back." Henry answered, his words hung heavy in the air. Lydia pressed a cold cloth to Henry's gunshot wound on his arm, "You're losing too much blood. You need to go to the hospital." Henry winced as she bandaged the wound, "I'm fine, Lydia. I can handle this." "No, you're not fine. And if you don't take care of yourself, you won't be able to protect that watch." Henry sighed as he couldn't afford to succumb the pain and he had to fight for the watch, for his life. "They won't stop until they get it. They'll do anything." Henry muttered. "Then you have to be prepared for anything. You have to fight back." Lydia said."Don't let them take it from you. It's all you have left." Henry turned to face her and his eyes blazing, "I'll never let them take it." "So now we have to get out of here. They'll find us if we stay here."Henry nodded, "But I have no idea where we should go.""Me too, but there must be a way out. There has to
Henry was laying on his bed and the pain of his wound still lingering in his arm. The bullet that was fired had torn through his flesh and left a wound that refused to heal. "Henry, your wound require additional time to mend. The bullet that struck you appears to be of an unusual composition." Butler Mr. Howard informed with a somber expression. "How long? I don't have time for this. The shadow syndicate is closing on me." Henry cursed. "Don't worry, Henry. Your friend, Prosecutor Tristan Morris is currently seeking a solution to your dilemma." he assured him. Hours turned into days as Henry endured the agonizing pain. While Mr. Howard and Tristan worked tirelessly poring over medical texts and consulting with the finest healers in the city but a cure is remained elusive. "Tristan, I don't know how much longer I can hold out. The syndicate will be here soon." Henry pleaded. Tristan frowned and his brow furrowed in frustration, "I'm doing everything I can, Henry. But I fear this
The man lunged at Lydia but Tristan managed to break free and tackle it to the ground. They grappled on the floor and their bodies slamming against the wall. Tristan finally managed to get the figure into a choke hold but it was too strong for him. The figure's fingers dug into Tristan's throat, cutting off his air for supply. Tristan's vision started to blur and in that moment, he knew he was about to die. Suddenly, he heard a loud crash. Tristan looked up and saw Lydia standing over the man, holding a broken chair leg. She had struck the man in the head and knocking it unconscious. "Are you okay?" Lydia asked as Tristan gasped for breath as Lydia helped him to his feet. "Thanks, you saved my life." Tristan nodded as his doubts towards her vanishrd. Henry was right, she's not an enemy. "Let's get out of here before he wakes up." Lydia said.Tristan nodded grimly, but his eyes were drawn back to the unconscious man on the floor. Curiousity mingled with dread as he cautiously ap
Henry walked through the city streets with the strange man. While he couldn't help but be amazed by the sights and sounds around him. Everything was advanced and futuristic that it overwhelmed him. After a few minutes of walking, the man led Henry to a parked flying car. Henry felt an excitement and the fear at the thought of a car flying in the air. The man then chuckled at his expression. "Looks like you haven't tried riding a flying car," the said. "Uhm, I'm not just use to it," Henry excused, awkwardly put his seat belt. As the car lifted off the ground and soared through the sky, Henry couldn't help but let out a gasp of amazement. The feeling of weightlessness and the incredible view of the city below left him speechless. After a short while, they landed at the man's secluded home on the outskirts lf the city. The man led Henry inside and showed him to a room where he could stay for a while. "You can stay here for as long as you need but know that I am a skeptical person a
Henry continued to listen intently to the conversation between Mr. Reginald Thompson and Mr. Wolf and they delved deeper into their plans, discussing the watch they are going to create. "The Chronos Weavers have been instrumental in this endeavor and their mastery of time manipulation has allowed us to push the boundaries of horological innovation." Mr. Thompson remarked. "Indeed, this watch will be a marvel, capable of alerting the very fabric of time." Mr. Wolf agreed. Henry's mind raced with questions. What kind of power could such a watch posses? How would it impact the course of history? He strained to hear every word, desperate to unravel the secrets they held. Henry immediately returned to the dinner table when they're done talking. Henry tried to appear composed but his thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion. While Mr. Thompson seemed to sense that he's uneasy. "Henry, I believe it's time we had a little chat." Me. Thompson said. Henry's heart skipped a beat. Had he been
Henry navigates the laboratories corridors and Nova was pissed guiding him, "Sentinels approaching, Henry."He glanced around and spotted an open vent. Without hesitation, he slipped inside and crawled through the narrow passageway, his body pressed against the cold metal wallsHe stealthily followed Mr. Reginald Thompson and Mr. Wolf. Henry finally emerged from the vent and found himself in a chamber, but he immediately hid in a wall when Mr. Thompson and a group of scientists huddled around a table. Their faces illuminated by flickering holographic displays. His heart pounded in his chest as Nova transmitted their hushed conversation to his ears. "The Quantum Reverie watch system must be perfected. The fate of time itself hangs in the balance." Mr. Wolf said. "The prototype has shown promising results but we must be cautious. The Chronarium Committee will be watching our every move." another scientist said who's name was Dr. Gilman. "We have no choice, the Chronarium is corrupt
Henry was held captive in the depths of a concealed bunker. Surrounded by darkness, Henry couldn't see the place around him but heard voices echoing through the desolate void. "You made a grave mistake, Henry. Eavesdropping on my plans was a foolish gambit. You think I'll let it slip when you did it twice?" Mr. Wolf dictated. Henry's mind raced as he strained to identify his captor but he knew the voice belongs to Mr. Wolf, one of the Chronos Weavers scientists. "Also, you aren't who you claim to be. You're not Thompson's son." he continued and made Henry shiver. "I'm not his son, I'm just a stranger and he helped me stay in his house because I'm lost. And about your plan, I don't have anything to do with it. I don't even understand anything. " Henry protested."Really? But I think you do. I know you've been playing a dangerous game. We know you're not just an ordinary thief." Mr. Wolf retorted. Henry gulped as he didn't expect that even in year 3000, somebody will still call him