Henry's eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of Clifford standing beside the so-called manager. His eyebrows knitted together, forming a deep furrow above his gaze. What was he doing with him? "Cliff, what are you doing here?" Henry asked, confusion evident in his tone."I was just having an interesting discussion with Mr. Lauren here," Clifford added after a pause. Henry's gaze darted back and forth between Clifford and the manager, searching for an explanation. The manager, Lauren, too, wore a puzzled look, his brows raised inquisitively and head tilted slightly to the side as he scanned Henry from head to toe.Clifford, seeing the confusion that was brewing between them, reacted swiftly by bowing his head, his posture inclined forward in respect to Henry. "Young mas…." Clifford began.As he was about to complete his statement, Lur, the waitress, burst into the office, hastily pressing her body forward. "Sir!" She called out loud.The sudden entry caught everyone's attent
"I can now see why my Young Master said some people are so dumb or act dumb not to believe anything," he continued, his voice dripping with disdain.Lauren's brows furrowed as confusion washed over his face. He squinted his eyes slightly, trying to make sense of what Clifford said. Meanwhile, Henry's gaze shifted from Lauren to Clifford. What was Clifford actually doing there? His forehead creased into a subtle frown.The thought of getting his phone back got into his mind again and he began looking around, ignoring the scene.Within those brief moments, Lauren's confusion deepened, his brows knitting closer together. He blinked rapidly, as if trying to process the situation at hand. His mouth suddenly fell open in a gasp of surprise. "Oh no!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Don't tell he's the heir to the White family? Oh my God, he's Lady Susan's son?" Lauren's eyes darted back and forth from Clifford and Henry.As he thought about the implications of his actions, h
Henry's eyebrows raised, merely scoffing at his tone."Leave this office immediately if you want to keep your job! You have no right to lie!" Lauren flared, leaning forward, furrowing his brows in a stern expression. His hands tightened into fists."But I'm telling the truth!" Lur protested, desperation evident in her trembling voice. Her confusion deepened as the corners of her eyes creased. Why was the manager suddenly all tensed up? She was certain this nuisance was just there for trouble!Lauren became fed up with her nonsense and slapped his forehead, letting out a sigh. "Didn't you see that the back of the phone has the White family logo?" He continued, ignoring her plea. "Do you want to put me into trouble, you ugly wench! Leave this office!" As he shouted, her shoulders involuntarily jolted upwards and downwards all at the same time. She hugged herself as her eyes screwed tightly shut. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over as she blinked rapidly. She knew t
Henry rapidly turned on his phone and tapped away at it, double checking that the files were still secure, both the one for Irene's case and the one for Simon. "Phew, they're all here," he muttered, nodding his head when he saw all was intact.They were inside Clifford's car meanwhile Clifford's bouncers were the ones riding Henry's car to his duplex.Clifford sighed loudly, running a hand through his hair in the front seat. Henry, not looking up from the screen of his phone, asked, "Something on your mind?""You and that phone are gonna be the death of me," Clifford grumbled, gesturing at the phone. "What is it? Afraid you'll have to seize it?" Henry asked lightly, continuing to scroll. "Because it almost landed us in big trouble?" "Of course not. But you know Ma'am Susan would surely take it in a heartbeat if she heard about this latest mess." Henry stayed silent for a moment. They both knew how overprotective Susan could be over Henry. "Don't worry," he finally replied. "When we
All these questions ran through his mind as he sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping with the weight of it all. He lay back on the bed, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration. His brow furrowed as old memories and clues swirled in his thoughts. He would get to the bottom of this, just like all the other mysteries he'd solved. *As morning light filtered through the windows, he rolled onto his side.After his shower, the hot water helped soothe his tired muscles but did little to calm his restless mind. He towel dried his hair, sending droplets flying around his bare shoulders.Getting dressed in comfortable clothes, he paced the room as he debated his plan of attack. His stomach rumbled, reminding him he hadn't eaten. Breakfast was a hurried affair as he shoveled down cereal, barely tasting it in his focus. As he contemplated working out at the gym versus at home, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. The gym offered more equipment options but meant being around other people.
Clifford had always been lean and fit - there's no way he could've gained so much weight overnight. Now who the hell is at his front of him if not Clifford? His dressing was also similar to Clifford's; always looking posh and sophisticated. Every nerve was on high alert as he stared down the imposter before him. The fake Clifford cocked his head, still smiling that unnerving smile. Then, almost languidly, he raised his hands. Henry tensed, fight or flight instincts screaming. But the man merely placed his palms on either side of his head, fingers threading into the short hair. In one smooth motion, he pulled. The mask came away, the illusion falling apart. Where Clifford's friendly face should be was a harsher countenance all too familiar to Henry."Surprise," the man grinned, tossing the discarded mask aside. Recognition and rage slammed into Henry all at once.He stared in shock and disgust at the man before him wearing Clifford's face."Simon," he spat, unable to believe he had
Henry's heart pounded in his chest, as his fingers clenched tightly into fists.He desperately strained his eyes, following Simon's retreating figure down the hallway, with fury, but also carefulness on his face. He knew the lives of many peoples would be in danger if he should alarm the security guards.But immediately Simon's shadows cleared from his sight, Henry's body jolted into action. He quickly reached for his phone and went to the contacts.His thumb hovered over Clifford's contact, dialing it. However, his call went unanswered. He attempted to dial the number once more but it only resulted to another failed attempt.With a silent curse, he gave up on the calls. His fingers flew across the screen, tapping out a message to Clifford. "Where are you now? Come to the office immediately. We have something urgent to discuss."With a rapid press of the send button, Henry's eyes darted towards the office door as he swiftly rotated the handle, opening the door to Clifford's office.He
Wearing the standard uniform of a white T-shirt and a sleek black skirt, she showed off the elegance of the mansion's staff. The white T-shirt and black skirt was basically the uniform of the staff of White mansion.The staff member was very skilled and carefully put a wine glass in front of Henry. She held the bottle perfectly and poured the deep red wine into the glass with skillful movements. The smell of the wine wafting through the air.After she completed her task, she took a few steps back, bowing her head as a sign of respect before quietly leaving the place.Henry's gaze hardened as he confronted the situation head-on, wasting no time in getting to the heart of the matter. "I wasn't the one who sent those texts to you, it was Simon," he stated bluntly.Susan, sipping her lemon juice nonchalantly, replied, "That's what we were discussing before you arrived, Henry." What? Henry was surprised they already knew about it. Curiosity crept into Henry's mind as he thought about it.