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
Henry's gaze locked onto Elvis, his eyes widening in sheer disbelief. Wait…..was this the same man? The one he could have sworn, against all odds, changed after all these years?What happened to the amiable conversation they had a while ago?A scoff, barely audible, escaped his lips, as he turned to look away for a second in disbelief. Disappointment filled his features. He was trying hard....trying so hard not to regret coming to this reunion party!But what was he expecting though? The truth was painfully clear. People like Elvis who used to bully before would definitely not change all of a sudden into a kind hearted person. Old habits clung to them like shadows, refusing to let go.It would be comical to think he just became a good guy that would stand up for him at the expense of his friendship with Quo. Henry knew better than to believe in such fairy tales.He stared hard at Elvis, who merely looked away after uttering a soft chuckle. Averting his gaze from Elvis, Henry turned ba
He saw how Quo was smiling at him, clearly pleased with his attack. But Henry's expression remained stern and silent. Quo drew back his fist to strike again but Henry was ready this time. With lightning quick reflexes, he seized Quo's wrist in an iron grip just as the punch was thrown.Since the force he used to throw it was large, Henry used it against him by rising steadily to his feet, never loosening his hold on the fist."Ahh, you really want to fight now, huh?" Quo taunted Henry, his cheeks curving into a mocking smirk. "'Let me show you how it's–" He began to say, wrenching his fists out of Henry's hands. However, to his surprise, he couldn't even twist his wrist in the grip."What the…." Quo stared at him in stunned confusion, taken aback by his strength and agility. When did Henry become so powerful?He continued trying to wriggle his arm free but couldn't break Henry's hold. No matter what he did, his fist was still firmly clasped in Henry's hands. He looked at him as he
Glancing at the message, he furrowed his brow and his eyes darted between the lines, searching for a connection. He then realized that Sage's address matched Irene's, street for street. So all this while, even when Sage was still with her and was cheating with Beatrice, his house was just a few blocks from hers?His foot slammed down on the accelerator, the engine roaring to life as he accelerated into motion. He was going to give him an ever friendly visit.With a quick glance at his watch, he realized how late the time was. The hands on the watch was getting closer the position of midnight, ticking away.As he drove down the dimly lit streets, there was a pin drop silence that settled around him. The flickering streetlight cast long shadows, pointing out how empty and quiet the area was.He could see the cameras everywhere, and some officers patrolling the area.The residents also seemed like those that minded their businesses, engrossed in their own affairs and remained oblivious
Henry's fingers curled around the doorknob, grasping it. He turned the handle and it creaked under his grip, swinging open easily. He realized it was already ajar. Startled, he pushed the door wide open, and with a quick scan of the room, he noticed fresh footprints on the floor.Sage had probably just returned from her place now.As he walked into the room, a derisive smile appeared on his face.Each piece of furniture was beautiful and well-made. The smooth lines and perfect joints showed that the craftsmen were very skilled and probably top-notch.The furniture had intricate patterns and delicate designs that made it look elegant, made with expensive wood and soft cushions.Henry couldn't believe Sage, honestly. He had the audacity to use his ex-girlfriend's money for all of this??Henry's anger surged, his face burning red. He couldn't fathom how someone could stoop so low. And to make matters worse, Sage had betrayed her with her best friend. Now, he went ahead and threatened h