Henry jaw dropped. "What?" He exclaimed as he ran his eyes to the laptop at the front of Clifford then dragged it closer to him.The video was still playing as he watched through. "If you check so well you will know that it's Simon, based on the height and also the wrist watch he carried was the same one he often wear anytime he comes to work" Henry explained more as he realized why he didn't recognize him earlier on.He knew for a fact that he felt as if he knew him somewhere, the physique was so familiar but his mind never went to Simon, because he believed that Simon was just a mere messenger to his master who is still unknown yet. "Wow, this is kind of surprising and confusing" Henry muttered as he sat down. "What if we stop chasing him or thinking of chasing him?" Clifford suggested."I really thought of that but he looks quite smart, like he knows our every move on him, meanwhile that manager needs to be pulled down since he knows Simon then they won't be a need for my trans
Clifford said out of nowhere as Henry gazed at him in confusion, why did he suddenly mention her when they are talking about something serious.Even at that she was fine at home or maybe would go to her GYM where are happiness lies, she can also fight for herself so they need not to worry about her."Priscilla?""Oh you don't know she was once a gangster?" He asked thinking that Henry will be surprised about it but Henry was surprised that he knew about it. He nods his head as cliff was taken aback. "She was once a gangster in her teen age before she repents and saved herself from a real criminal gang in another city, she then started working inside the Gym and gradually she is what she is today" He explained briefly about her as Henry nods his head because he knew everything already, but that wasn't the point he wants to know why he mentioned her name."I think she can diffuse this" Henry couldn't make sense out of it. "What do you mean by that?" He asked him."Yes, she can since s
As the words "a gun" left her lips, she felt bewilderment creep up her neck. Could it truly be a gun that caused the tire to burst?Did someone shoot out their tire? She didn't have time to investigate further. Doubt crept in as she ran her hands through her hair. If she didn't get a move on, she'd be late before the bomb went off. "Gun?" The driver echoed, turning to face her with raised eyebrows. She nodded, already growing impatient. "A fucking bullet. I don't have time to check the type of bullet now," she muttered, more to herself than the driver. Checking her pocket for money, she continued, "I better find another taxi. Here, for your trouble." She pressed the money into his hand, not waiting for change. Being late was not an option. Arguing would only waste more precious minutes.She stepped onto the roadside as she glanced back and forth for another taxi, but none appeared on the empty street. With a huff of frustration, she slammed her fists against a pole.If waiting wa
"Huh?" blinked in confusion as his eyes traveled to her hands. She was carrying a file folder clutched to her chest as she walked in. Henry quickly stood in her way.Her head arched towards him. "Excuse me," she said politely but firmly, side stepping around him and entering the office. Though, her movements came to a halt as her eyes caught the view of the office.“What the hell?!” She exclaimed.Shit! Henry cursed. He looked past her and saw the state the room was in. Papers and folders scattered everywhere, furniture toppled over. Almost everywhere she stepped, there was a new file for her leg to step on. It no longer resembled an office, but more like a place where a struggle had taken place.Irene slowly turned around, her eyes scanning the chaos. Her forehead creased deeper with each new discovery.Henry could see the questions building up in her eyes, ready to burst out. Irene felt a momentary fear when she saw the scene, but she tried to calm herself. She examined Henry close
The lights of the bomb's components were off, and the timer had gone blank, blending in the darkness. Henry opened Clifford's drawer, took out a torch, and switched it on.He positioned it to shine on the bomb so he could see clearly.There were some parts of it that were still emitting light, but they gradually went dark. Henry couldn't believe how relieved he felt at that moment. He took a deep breath, realizing that everything was returning to normal and that a new tragedy wouldn't occur in Green Hill City. Simon's plans had already failed. Everything had crumbled before his eyes.As the last glow of the bomb died away, Henry's gaze drifted to Irene. In the torchlight, he saw a wide smile of relief and joy splitting her face. His eyes couldn't help but reflect with gratitude towards her. If not for her quick wits, who knows how many lives might have been lost this night? She had saved his father's legacy, the company he'd spent decades building.At that moment, Henry wanted noth
"Get in,” he said gruffly, his gaze fixed on the road ahead of them.Though his expression was stern, she recognized the annoyance in his tight jaw. With a nervous smile, she pulled open the passenger door. A rush of cool air greeted her, bringing instant relief from the heat. Her cotton top clung to her damp skin, but in the car's chill she saw no need to remove it just yet. Sliding into the seat and banging the door shut, she glanced at Henry. Priscilla sighed, leaning her head back as the cool air dried the sweat on her skin. His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he shot her a sidelong glance. "You've got some explaining to do." She nodded, eyes downcast. As the car pulled away from the curb, she launched into her story. "I know, I'm sorry. When I got the message, I flagged a taxi and rushed down but something seemed off from the start. The tires suddenly burst and I had to leave the taxi for another one. The other taxi came back and it turned out it was part of the plan
Henry's mind raced with confusion. What was Irene doing here? He had only expected to find Priscilla after she covered him with a blanket the night before. "How did you get in?" he asked Irene. She tilted her head, a playful smile on her lips."You were dead to the world when I arrived," she replied. "Snoring like a chainsaw in the garden, might I add." She chuckled at the memory. "I tried waking you at first, making plenty of noise as I cleaned. Banging drawers, blasting the vacuum." Her smile turned sly. "But you slept through it all. So I decided to let you rest and tidy up instead."Irene took a step back, leaning against the doorframe once more. "You must've been more tired than I thought. I'm just glad you're finally up." Henry was still as confused, but he merely shrugged, going into the bathroom to dress up.After getting dressed into his usual suit and suit pants, Henry exited his room and glanced over the banister. Irene stood below, her forehead creased in concentration
"Oh," Henry said, his voice calm yet tense as he absorbed her words. His body went still, every muscle taut as if bracing for impact. A frown line formed between his brows while the corners of his mouth turned down ever so slightly. He understood where this was heading now. "You see, Jade was different when we first met," she began, her eyes growing misty as she recalled those early days. A small, bittersweet smile played at the corners of her mouth. "He was a really good guy. He had a way of advising me, guiding me on what to do and what not to do." Her hands gestured animatedly as she spoke, as if shaping the memory in the air before her. "His vibes were so nice that I couldn't help but fall for him," she admitted, a pink blush rising in her cheeks at the revelation. Her smile widened for a moment before fading, and she paused, eyes growing distant as her mind wandered back in time. Her body stilled, hands falling limply into her lap as the past claimed her.After a long moment,