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
Henry and Sage stared at each other with strong intensity, like they were in a battle room. The tension between them was similar to two wrestlers ready to fight in the middle of a ring.The room fell into a heavy silence as they kept their gazes on each other. This went on for some minutes before Sage broke the silence.His voice sliced through the air. "Get out of my house," Sage commanded, his tone icy.But under the cold surface, he was burning in fury. Sage squeezed his fists so tightly that the tendons stood out like ropes. The corners of Henry's mouth turned upward in mockery and disgust. "So now you know that you did is the real, ultimate shame to brotherhood. And if justice were to be given to this, you would have been stoned to death!" Sage lunged forward to attack but stopped himself, fighting to control his anger. He tried to block out all the thoughts in his head. No, what he did was right! Irene was foolish, and all he did was use it to his advantage!He took a shaky br
Henry's heart sank, the color draining from his face, as he tried to understand what was going on."What do you mean by that?" Henry asked, his brow furrowing in curiosity.Sage leaned back and shook his head. "Nothing. I was just being so kind to ask about the well-being of the lawyer who is trying so hard to solve this case," He raised one eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes as the corner of his mouth curved upward in a subtle smirk.Henry couldn't believe it as his brows rode up towards his hairline. He couldn't even think of the possibility. There was no way Sage could have kidnapped Nathan, could he? The thought churned his stomach, a knot forming in his gut.But how could he have kidnapped him? Doubt flashed across his face.Nathan was no fool, Henry knew that. He was a smart and vigilant individual and was not easily taken advantage of. Unless... unless Sage was very good at manipulating.He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. Without warning, he charged
Peering through the window, Henry saw a large four poster bed dressed in silk sheets. Gaudy gold furnishings filled the space. This had to be Sage's room.Henry laughed quietly. Although Sage had cheated Irene and taken her fortune, it was obvious that it wasn't enough to satisfy his greed. He couldn't afford a king-sized bed with the money he had got.Well, whether Beatrice was there or not, it was none of his business. Henry frowned, doubts creeping in. Or was his assumption wrong? That his lawyer will be in this house? But where exactly?He stood in the empty upstairs hallway, stranded. There were three doors that were ajar and were the rooms without any decorations or furniture. As for Sage's room, he also considered it useless and empty since there was no trace of human in it. Henry exhaled, running a hand through his hair. This was really confusing and as he checked around, he saw no other rooms upstairs apart from these four rooms. "If I should go down there and check, an