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
As Henry listened to the voice, something about the tone told him this was not Sage nor Beatrice. Sage's tone was usually arrogant, while this one was gruff. This would definitely be one of his security guards.Henry wasted no time in asking questions."Where is Nathan? What have you done with him?" He asked hurriedly.But the guard remained silent, his gun still pointed steadily on Henry. Slowly, carefully, Henry turned his head to face the guard, eyes narrowing as they adjusted to the dim light. Shadows still obscured the guard's face. "What are you doing in here, in my boss's room?" he growled, bending his neck slightly, taking a good look at Henry.Henry raised an eyebrow as a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Boss, huh?" He scoffed, his tone sarcastic. "So Sage is now referred to as a boss? That's amusing." The title only confirmed Henry's suspicions of Sage's being no ordinary person.The guard said nothing in response, but Henry could feel the hostility radiating off o
Henry's brow furrowed deeper as the guard's words reached his ears. Irene's house? It didn't make sense. How could Nathan possibly be in Irene's house? Why would they take him there, even? Or was the guard trying to misdirect him? He grabbed a fistful of the guard's bloodied shirt, yanking him closer. "You do know you're making an expensive joke, right?"Something wasn't adding up.The guard let out a pained whimper, shaking his head desperately. "P-please, I swear I'm not joking. It may sound crazy but…but it's the truth. This was all a setup, a plan to get you here!"Henry's confident smile disappeared as he began to realize that the guard in front of him was serious and not joking. Henry paused, studying the bruised and bloodied man closely. Much of what had transpired today seemed insane and this was no different.But a trap, all to draw him in? How could any of this be true? Henry's mind was filled with questions. Was this a betrayal of some sort? His mind flashed back to what
Somewhere, somehow, there must be a clue. He felt his foot hit something hard under the bloody floor. Confused, he tapped it with his knuckles and heard a hollow sound. In the midst of his fear, an idea formed.He clenched his teeth and lifted the loose floorboards, uncovering a hidden trapdoor. As he swung it open, a musty smell filled the air. His heart skipped a beat, wondering what he would meet inside.Turning on his phone's flashlight, he took a deep breath and went down into the darkness below.As he descended the creaking staircase, the smell of blood grew stronger, confirming his fears. This had to be where they held Nathan captive. But where was he now?At the bottom, he swept his phone light across the empty space, his stomach churning at the signs of violence left behind. Splashes of dried blood were on the walls, but what caused them was nowhere to be found."Nathan!" His call echoed endlessly in the vast, empty room. There was no response, only the sound of his shoes scr