"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
"What the heck is going on?" Beatrice exclaimed, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes widening in shock.They had been sent a letter telling them they were sued for the theft. Their eyes widened in disbelief as they exchanged glances, their expressions etched with a mix of fear and confusion.Beatrice gasped, her hand instinctively covering her mouth. "Sued? How is that even possible?"Sage's voice trembled with disbelief. "What the fuck is wrong with that stupid girl?"Looking across the road, their gaze landed on her; Irene. She stood a bit farther from them. Beatrice's breath caught in her throat as she whispered, "Irene... Why is she here?"They, her and Sage, walked closer to her, taking a threatening stance opposite her.Beatrice scoffed in disbelief. "I can't believe you're suing us for fifty million! Like what the hell do you think you are?" she asked,her eyes burning in anger. Sage chuckled in response.Sage chimed in with a chuckle, his jaw tightening. "She'd do anyt
"Yeah, we don't. And where's your hero now?" Sage's tone dripped with mockery, his words a taunting jeer.This was when Henry came to Irene's mind. She figured he must have left the place by now since he had no reason to wait for her. She felt like she was a burden to him, to the point that he suspected her of something she didn't even know about!"What's wrong? What are you thinking about? Did he dump you?" Sage mockingly remarked as pushed her on her shoulder. His face contorted into a sly, self-satisfied smirk.She felt the urge to deliver a resounding slap to his face, but she couldn't understand why fear held her back. She realized that she wasn't strong enough to overcome the trauma he had put her through."What?" He chuckled disdainfully. "You can't do it? You weakling!" This time around, he pushed her so hard that she stumbled and crashed to the ground. Pain shot through her, and she winced.Kneeling down to her level, Sage sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. "First, you
Henry stood there, dumbfounded, as Irene created a clear boundary between them, 'stranger-zoning' him, if there was even a word like that.She didn't even give him a chance to say a word as immediately a taxi came, she hopped into it and left instantly.He suddenly felt guilty and frustrated for misjudging her without even wanting to hear from her side. But the way it was, he couldn't help it. Everything felt too suspicious, from the way she came into his life like a good girl without insulting him like others, the way she was too kind, and the way she peeped back into the car.He almost forgot these were just normal human characteristics.He remembered how cold he had been to her all because of his stupid insecurities. Although she was a nice girl, he was too blinded by the fact that his life was in danger. He didn't even know what to believe anymore or whom to trust. "Damn!" He stomped his feet and hit his hands on his car, before running his hands through his hair.He decided to
What the heck was happening???Fear rushed through his body as he realized he was trapped, with the vehicles forming barriers that blocked any chance of escape. His heart pounded in his chest as he scanned the faces of the drivers and passengers in the surrounding cars. Some wore expressions of anger and hostility, while others seemed eerily calm, their eyes fixed on him. Questions swirled in Henry's mind. Who were these people? What did they want from him? As if in response to his questions, a figure emerged from one of the cars surrounding him. It was a man, tall and imposing, dressed in a sharp suit that spoke of power and influence. He seemed like a boss of some shady group. Hold up, he could probably recall him.He was Finn Mu, the owner of a deadly mercenary that gets hired to do such shady business. They called themselves the Greenhill Terrors and were always getting into problems with the White Group. Before he could make sense of the situation, the man's voice boomed,