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A knock on Henry’s study door tore his attention away from his laptop. Ever since Amy’s suicide incident, Henry has been working from home. He couldn’t risk anything happening to his daughter again.

“Come in.” he said with a stern voice.

In came one of the newly employed bodyguards.

“Sorry to disturb you, sir, but I’m here to give you a report.” The blonde buff bodyguard said.

“And what is that?” Henry asked.

“There’s a man outside who insists on seeing you.”

Henry didn’t need to ask who it was. He slammed his laptop shut and took long strides out of his study.

Amy was staring out her bedroom window, like she was expecting someone. She has been doing that for the past two weeks, hoping to see the man she loves drive through that gate. As if her prayers were heard, she noticed Bryan’s black Lamborghini driving into the compound. She began smiling to herself, as tears of joy blurred her vision. She wiped her eyes and ran out of the bedroom.

“What the hell are you doing here?! I thought