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.
Henry immediately shook his head, dismissing the idea. "It's not Irene. I'm certain of that," he stated firmly. "Why are you so sure?" Clifford pressed, though he understood where he was coming from."When we were there, I watched her closely," Henry explained. "She wasn't on her phone, neither was she sneaking texts or calls like someone coordinating an ambush. And quite frankly, Irene simply isn't cunning or smart enough to indulge in this kind of act. Let's not misguide ourselves," he said.Henry leaned back in his chair, lost in thought. After a moment, he continued, "I know she seems the obvious suspect since she was with me in the restaurant. But we can't assume guilt just because someone was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Who knows, this might just be what Simon wants us to think; directing our suspicions at out friends."He believed in the saying that not all innocent-looking people are truly innocent. Some people use their innocent appearance to deceive easily fooled
The guards fell back respectfully as Henry walked with his old classmate.Henry didn't hesitate to shake it, although he felt a bit embarrassed by the guards. Nonetheless, he was still proud that Elvis had made it in life.As they shook hands, Henry surveyed Elvis's outfit. His wrist watch alone costs one hundred thousand dollars, and his suit was from saint Laurent, costing two hundred thousand dollars. Who would have thought he'd get this wealthy?"You have changed a lot," Henry smiled as he chuckled.Elvis smiled proudly. "What can I say? I have all the money to do that, my friend. But enough about me. How have you been? Haven't you secured a job yet? Why are you still like this?" He asked worriedly.Henry shook his head. "I guess my time hasn't come yet and it will. For now, let's go inside. Or you are waiting for your friends?" Henry calmly said.Elvis shook his head. "Of course not," he paused before continuing. "You know it's kind of surprising why you have a bad luck surroundi
Amber scoffed, eyes rolling hard enough to strain something. Disdain crossed across her features. "I mean, just take a look at your fellow men," she said, gesturing around the room. "Are they dressed up like you are now?" She placed her hands firmly on her hips, leaning forward slightly as she scrutinized his plain clothes. "Even if you can't afford luxurious stuffs, can't you at least dress nicely? It wouldn't hurt you know."Her hands rested firmly on her hips, as she stopped to await his response. It was as if his appearance personally offended her! Ugh!Henry dragged both palms down his face, his bones tired just from her taunts. Why was he always surrounded with such negative energy?Finding the nearest empty chair, he dropped into it with a sigh. Why would he bother giving her the benefit of a reply? She wasn't why he had come there anyway. He wouldn't waste another moment on her petty jabs.Some fights simply weren't worth having. His reason for being here had nothing to do wit
Closing the distance, the man - Quo, as Henry recognized him - opened his mouth as Henry nodded in confirmation. Quo threw his head back with a loud chuckle.Then, without warning, he reached out and hit Henry with his fists on the shoulder, his hand lingering there for some time."It's kind of surprising, Henry," Quo remarked, his lips curving into an insincere smile. "You have changed in your attitude, but definitely not your physical appearance." Henry met Quo's gaze evenly, nodding, his expression showing he was not bothered by the insult disguised as a compliment. "It wasn't what you were expecting, right?" he replied coldly. Quo's fists on his shoulder clenched tightly as he noticed Henry's indifference. Though, he tried to cover up by putting a mocking smile on his face. "Man, you shouldn't have been here, you know," Quo muttered, a derisive edge to his voice. "You're supposed to be in your boss's restroom, watching over it and making sure you keep an eye on his kids." Thi