Worthless Son-In-law in Disguise

6. Go undercover

Henry’s frown deepened, and his mood became worse. He was certain that they were judging him by his appearance.

Those years ago, he was charming and full of confidence, dressing sharply and neatly, his beard trimmed cleanly, as if the bosses of gangsters would know not to underestimate him at first glance.

But now, he barely shaved his beards or took care of his skin. Would anyone think that this disheveled and haggard man was Henry White?

However, they should have still gone to notify Cliff that someone was looking for him. It seems they were just arrogant and conceited.

"Have you forgotten who I am after all this time? Anyway, let me through, I have urgent business with Cliff." Henry tried to push past them to get in.

"Ah!" Their jaws dropped.

They stared wide-eyed at Henry, fear and surprise flooding them.

Did he just refer to the esteemed and formidable CLIFFORD STEELE as simply 'Cliff'? The guts!

Not even they, his personal guards, would dare call him that!

"Cliff? You called him 'Cliff'? Now you've done it, if you don't get lost we're going to punch your jaw!" The stockier guard threatened menacingly.

But unexpectedly, Henry not only did not back down, he started laughing coldly. "You guys should consider changing careers to stand-up comedy." He said as he made his way toward the door.

The stockier one growled angrily at his words, trying to push him away. Henry swiftly grabbed his hand and twisted it mercilessly.

They didn't know that Henry had wrestled many brutes while training with his father, and never lost. Years of practicing together with his father made him nimble-footed, and despite his smaller physique, not to be underestimated.

The guard with his hand twisted was surprised, trying to force it but only managing a severely skinned wrist and mildly dislocated shoulder blade.

"Fuck, you bastard!" He yelled a curse while letting go of Henry to continue groaning in pain from his dislocated shoulder.

Henry cracked his knuckles observing him, even such a muscular build was too easily dealt with. He turned to the other one, "May I?"

The other guard looked back in disbelief, "Be my guest!" He quickly stood aside to give way. If he could take down Clifford's strongest guard, how could he possibly stop him himself?

"Why isn't he here yet?" Everyone heard the voice of Clifford as he walked out of his office, deep in thought. His phone was held to his ear as he tried phoning Henry.

The bodyguards heard it and frowned. But, they quickly bowed for him as he stepped out.

Clifford ignored them and turned to Henry. "Young master!" He bowed his head immediately, leaving the guards surprised.

"As you can see, I wasted so much time outside as they refused to let me enter," Henry complained irritably. The bodyguards face twisted in confusion.

Clifford flared up on the spot, "What nonsense is this? For Heaven's sake, he is Mr. Henry White. Have you all lost your senses? And why wasn't I informed of his arrival?" He berated them.

They were both startled, trying to understand the situation. "May I ask, is this man truly… Young master Henry White?" one asked in a hushed tone. "Late Master Rueben White's son?"

“Ask another stupid question and you won't find your dead body!" Clifford's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He slapped the back of their bald heads and their brains went through a factory reset.

Henry could not help but give a light laugh at their reactions, "Look, we have no time for this. Let's go in, Cliff, you'll deal with them later," Henry said as Clifford shot the guards a serial-killer stare.

But they still stood there motionless. "Are you daft? Get on your knees and apologize before you get sacked today!"

Terrified to their wits, they fell to their knees. "We are deeply sorry sir!" "We vow never to repeat such a grave mistake!"

Henry sighed wearily and entered the office as Clifford followed. "Idiotic fools," he grumbled.

He pulled out a chair and let Henry sit down, then went to his own seat. He opened his storage cabinet and retrieved an iPad.

"I want to show you something, young master," Clifford said. He handed the iPad to Henry.

Henry looked at it and saw it was not an ordinary video but rather a security footage. He clicked play and began watching.

"There, young master," Clifford referred to the footage, "you will see someone doing something fishy in the room."

Henry gazed at the footage and nodded. It showed a man with a hidden face, wearing a black nose mask as he tried to manipulate files and hack into the computer system. However, he did not succeed as the security guard entered and he ran away.

Henry paid closer attention to details and found out the atmosphere in the room was strange that he could even feel through the video. "Where is this place?" He asked.

"That's the problem," Clifford sauntered over to sit on the desk. "This is the secret room in the company. Only the people who started the organization know how to access the secret lock and password."

A frown of confusion crossed Henry's brow. "According to mom, she, dad, and Cassius Ravenlock were the founders. Two are dead, one has no reason to do it."

"Exactly. That's the most confusing part of it. Except if Cassius had a relative."

Wait, this meant his mother was actually making sense. He watched the footage again with precision, leaving no part unnoticed. "There is no doubt this black masked man is in this company," Henry noted in thought. He asked, "What's your plan?"

"I don't know, young master, but if we can get who that masked person is, we can interrogate him to know who sent him."

Henry nodded and asked, "how do you know it is a he not a she? You think a woman cannot be a hired assassin?"

"That's why you're here, young master. Everything seems ambiguous, and the only way is to find out by installing a spy," Clifford replied.

Henry watched the video again and noticed a lot going on inside it. The earliest the person was caught, the better.

He came to a conclusion, "Hiring an outsider would take too long, and besides no one can be trusted. I'll go undercover and get employed as an intern instead."

Clifford considered this. It would honestly be better for someone who knows the company inside out to act as a spy, and since no one recognizes Henry, he would be the best option.

"Very well, young master, it will be easier this way. I wanted to hire someone else, but since you offered, we would go with you."

Clifford then stood up, and gave Henry a handshake. Henry made his way and went out of the office.

As soon as he stepped outside, the bodyguards from earlier immediately composed themselves and bowed their heads for him in fright.

He then remembered that the bodyguards had mentioned that a lady came asking to meet Clifford. He took a step back and asked.

"Who was the lady who came to ask about Clifford?" He asked with a stoic expression.

“Y-young master, her name is Clara Willstone,” one employee trembled in reply. “She did not only ask to meet him, but she requested to meet with the owner of the company as well, which is you. She said something about a sudden contract termination.”

He said this as Henry noticed the way the employee shook while speaking. Henry smirked and walked away.

She had definitely come to ask for an apology so that they would accept their company back. The company only came to limelight after partnering with them, and since it was broken, a lot of companies had been leaving them too.

They felt that if the White could leave them, they might be horribly bad. Now, it was affecting the whole finance of the company. End of the month was approaching and the workers needed their salaries.

Humph, in his heart, Henry sneered coldly. Clara had a choice and she chose to divorce the only treasure in her life. So, she must face the consequences. This is why looking down on others is bad.

His eyes went down and he saw his phone vibrating, insinuating he had a call. He picked it up, and it was Stella. "Hello?"

"Henry, come and meet me at Stella Designs headquarters. We need to talk." Her voice came over.

"Okay," Henry responded and the line went dead. He also had something to tell her anyway. He hailed a taxi and zoomed off to the company.

When he got there, he was wowed by the appearance. It seemed to have gotten better compared to years back. He paid the taxi and got off, heading to her office.

When he reached, he saw her in her office, looking ever so young and vibrant. Though she was in her late fifties, she ensured to adorn herself with jewelries and the most precious fits. Black was her color, as she always rocked it.

She came closer and gave him a light kiss. "How are you, son?"

Henry bristled, not in anger, but surprise. It was so long that he had been treated this way.

He retreated, "I'm fine, mom. Why did you call me?"

"Henry, very soon you need to get married again. And no, not to someone who thinks with her body, a real woman. I don't want you to make the same mistake again."

Henry let out a breath as he understood what she was trying to say. After what Clara did to him, Henry found it difficult to trust women like before, even though he knew not all were the same.

For now, he needed to focus on the task at hand. "He talked to you about the spy?" Stella asked.

Henry nodded in response. "Your hypothesis is true. Everything links back to Cassius Ravenlock."

As they spoke, Henry noticed a small red light flashing on Stella's chest and smiled, thinking it was a reflection from her glittering jewelry. But something seemed suspicious as it moved from one point to another.

Suddenly, it dawned on him, it was a laser sighting from a gun. In a fast reaction, he pushed Stella away just as a loud gunshot rang out.

"Mother!"