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,
Priscilla lowered the barbell onto the rack with a satisfied sigh, finishing her last set of squats for the morning. Her muscles burned pleasantly from the intense workout. After a quick stretch to cool down, she grabbed her towel and water bottle. On the way out of the gym, she wiped the sweat from her brow and took a long drink. The café across the street was just opening as Priscilla arrived. She ordered an egg white scramble and fruit salad, finding a small table by the window. As she ate, she watched the morning traffic go by and let her body unwind. Feeling reenergized, she checked the time - still plenty of morning left. Priscilla dumped her dishes and hustled back across the street, eager to get in another session before work. The familiar sounds and smells of the gym surrounded her as she stepped inside, ready to push herself even further.Priscilla finished tying the ribbon in her hair and glanced at her reflection, checking her appearance. As she turned to leave, one of th
Stepping out of the kitchen, she stopped in her tracks. On the table sat a plate, crumbs scattered around its edges. She sighed, lifting the plate and carrying it back to the sink. As she passed the dining chairs, a subtle scent caught her attention. Leaning down, she inhaled softly. It was a light perfume, certainly not the strong cologne of a man. Yet the fragrance seemed familiar... But she had no time for guessing games. Shaking her head, she strode to the front door and pulled it open. The morning sunlight greeted her as she stepped outside and started down the road that led to Ms. Susan's mansion in the distance. Whoever had been here, and left that faint perfume trailing in their wake, would have to remain a mystery for now. She had an appointment to keep. As she approached the mansion, the tall iron gates swung open with a creak. The gatekeeper peered out from his small guardhouse and offered a nod of recognition. "Good morning, miss. Back again for your training, I see."
Henry scoffed as he inserted his hands into his pocket and stared at Quo, he felt as if he should just give me a good punch on his cheeks. He was definitely wasting his time, maybe if he could push him off the way, it would save his time. Henry raised an eyebrow up and brought it down again then he began to walk away, hitting his shoulder with his. Quo scoffed as he watched Henry leaving. "He is so arrogant, deep down he wants the money" he shook his head as he spoke in whisper. Henry entered his car has he began to drive out of the company, lots of things on his mind as he tried to focus on one thing and that's the person who is behind all this shits. Trying to confuse him, and he thinks the person Is already winning because he is so confused right now. He needs to think straight and focus then suddenly his heart sank when Irene's face appeared in his mind. His eyes traced his phone on top of the passenger seat then he took it and dialed her number, he made sure he was lookin
"huh?" He was stunned by the question as Henry was still waiting for his response."No I haven't,.why would you think so, young master?" He asked with a confused expression on his face not knowing that Henry is the one who's so confused right now. "How is that possible? Then how come your number is in his phone?" Henry asked him again as he grimaced. "Sir, really maybe Larry wanted to contact me for a work then something came up as it wasn't possible, if not I have never seen nor heard this Larry you are talking about sir" He assured Henry as he nods his head, Henry cut the call as he threw it on the seat of his car. He stopped his car at the road side, he was so confused about what to do now, he hates that this shits was really fucked up, he has to kidnap Simon again and he is doing it himself, he would make sure he never knew about what is going to happen to him.He needs to get Victor for this to happen, since Simon hasn't known about him yet, or has he??But they will work tog