Chapter Twelve

Henry woke up from the wrong side of the bed that morning, remembering all the encounters he had with Natasha the other day and how much she had annoyed him.

He had invited her for dinner that night and although he hated her guts, he knew he still had to play along with his mother until he had gotten on his feet.

But above all, he needed to concentrate on work.

Henry was about going into the bathroom to take his bath when his phone beeped. He picked it up to see that someone had texted him just then. It once again came into his realization that he had a company to run and his success in this company would depend if he was going to be a worthy heir or not.

Henry replied to the text and stepped into the bathroom to take his bath. The first downpour of water from the shower did much to take away all the anger he had woken up with that morning, but not entirely. He still had fragments of it left.

The first thing that welcomed Henry when he stepped out of the bathroom was the knock on his