Her jaw dropped in shock. Suspicion and confusion flooded her as she threw her gaze to Henry, staring at him up and down. Doubts swirled in her mind. Henry caught her staring at him. He quickly understood that look."Wait...you don't think I can…?" He frowned."Sir, I really don't want to bother you and no worries I can manage myself..." she interrupted hesitantly because she didn't believe he could have that kind of money, and even if he did, she didn't want to be a burden. But the truth was she was drowning in debts and didn't know where to turn. Henry cut her off, "Oh lest I forget, you have a boyfriend right? He would provide it for you, so no need for those tears you are dropping." Irene froze, clenching her fists in her lap. Boyfriend? She could feel fresh tears welling up but swiftly turned away, gazing fiercely out the window to hide her watery eyes. Henry noticed her sudden change in expression and frowned, realizing he had touched a nerve. He studied her face, wanting t
He searched the bed thoroughly and there was still no knife. Even the hole in the wall was shockingly closed up.Wait, there is no way the knife would have wings and fly right? He was sure he kept it there before leaving his room!"Ok, then what about the letter and tiny button?" He searched everywhere but there was nothing. Bewilderment clouded his features, his frustration heightened."What the hell is going on here?" He wondered as he stared with his forehead gathered.The waitress and the receptionist both had looks of confusion on their faces. "Sir, are you sure of what you are saying?" The waitress inquired, prompting an eye roll from him. He realized he seemed unwell with the way he was acting. But he wasn't speaking out of nowhere and why would he come outside and start blaming her for no reason? "I need to see your manager, the both of you should leave my room," he said as they bowed and left with perplexity on their faces. He walked to the window side, peering out into t
"Young master, you should remember that the person after you is not an ordinary person. A machine can be used to open a door like that," Clifford elucidated.Henry absorbed all he said, a sigh escaping his lips as he and Clifford walked out of the hotel together.He walked towards his car. "And don't worry Young master, I will purchase an apartment for you, in a well secured place..." Clifford proposed."Why can't I just go home instead of purchasing an apartment?" Henry queried, a crease forming between his brows. Clifford shook his head, stating, "because ma'am said so. Your dad's death isn't ordinary, and you are in disguise. Not all the enemies will recognize you, and that is why you have to stay far away and keep your identity hidden, it's just for sometime, remember?"Henry nodded thoughtfully, slipping into his car. He waited for Clifford to enter his own car before igniting his engine and when he did, he followed him at the back.His phone began ringing. As soon as he saw th
Clifford said, pointed at Henry, who shook his head and gazed at the man. The man was both shocked and confused, struggling to understand what was happening."Why are you surprised?" Henry asked as he stared at the agent whose face his looked like that of a lost person. "Oh, it seems he didn't know that you are the one who actually used your money to purchase the duplex," Clifford said.Henry slowly collected the papers from his hands. The man's grip was initially firm, however, as he noticed Henry's cold stare, he relaxed his hands.The man remained in a state of shock as he watched Henry sign the papers. He had never realized that he was insulting a wealthy and influential individual who had tried to explain the situation to him, despite his continuous disrespectful remarks."I'm so sorry, sir..." he apologized calmly to Henry, who ignored him and handed the papers back whe he was done signing.He watched Henry's silent and serene expression, scared of what was going on his head. "
"Wait a damn minute," Beatrice exclaimed, her disgust glaring. "Are you really that dumb not to realize he invested the money in my fashion designing business? Girl, you're the highest level of delusional," She folded her arms, eyes scanning down to her toe, followed by a disrespectful eye roll.Another wave of heartbreak washed over her, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. Meanwhile, Henry was stunned by the huge amount of money she gave to him. Really she was in love with him to the extent that it blinded her and made her do something so unimaginable. Irene stared at Beatrice directly in the eyes. “So, you made me stay in this abusive relationship saying that he was gonna change when all this while you had your own ulterior motive. And you,” she turned to Sage. “You took my love for granted and betrayed me but it's fine. I have nothing to say to you,” Fueled by anger, she began to stomp away.Henry, shaking his head, hurriedly followed her. "Hey!" He called but she continue
Henry heaved a weary sigh. He would just let her think whatever she wanted to about his wealth, because he knew it was pointless to argue with her about it. The following morning, he woke up groggily and was about to head to the kitchen when he noticed a meal already served in the dining room. His eyebrows raised in astonishment. "You cooked this? Already?" He glanced at the clock and it was 6 am.Irene nodded with a serene smile. "Well, when I'm in a different place aside from my home, I usually wake up early."A smirk tugged at his lips; understanding her routine, he chuckled softly. She had finished her meal and stood up, cleaning the dining table. "Let me get your food...""No need," he cut her off firmly. He wasn't going to eat her food because he didn't feel too hungry. He would just help her with whatever she asked him to do. Her brows furrowed slightly, a bit taken aback by his response, but she figured out that he wasn't an early eater. "So, my things are already packed
"Yes, like I said, a serious interview was conducted, so here is her file," Clifford said, his voice steady and professional, as he handed the file to Henry. Henry quickly collected it from his hand and scrolled through the document. He saw her passport and confirmed that she was the one. His heart skipped a beat and he felt a knot forming in his stomach.He dropped the paper and squinted his eyes in suspicion. "What game are you playing, Irene Martins?" he whispered under his breath.Clifford, noticing the change in Henry's demeanor, furrowed his brow and asked, "Is there a problem?" His eyes studied Henry's expression, searching for any signs.Henry snapped out of his thoughts, realizing that Clifford was waiting for a response. "Uhm," He cleared his throat twice. "Of course," he finally managed to reply."Do you want me to fire her immediately?" Clifford asked, to which Henry shook his head. His mind was made up. "No, I want to monitor her moves," he said, his eyes fixed on the di
"Push me and you will end up in jail," Martha said."And it seems you are gonna get a lawyer, what did you do wrong? Did you steal something?" She asked as Henry was about to speak.Before he could answer, Irene intervened, "He's here because of me, and to get me a lawyer. Why are you guys saying all sorts of nonsense to him?"Henry didn't expect her to say anything, overwhelmed and Clara and Martha exchanged glances before laughing. "What a surprise! I never thought my ex-husband would find someone who loves him for who he is. What a blind love," Irene said.Now Irene understood the whole thing, she also stared at Henry who looked at them angry. Henry glared at them, and Clara continued, "Well, I'm leaving. I can't stand all this nonsense, especially this foolish girl. Oh, and by the way, my wedding is next week. You're invited, but it's going to be in a luxurious place, so maybe or maybe not you might be allowed in," she smirked. “Poor guests are not allowed though, so try to bring