Henson picked up his phone and made a call, speaking into the receiver, "You know what to do." Afterward, he hung up.Later, after taking a shower and having breakfast, his phone rang again. It was Hannah, who had just left his house a few minutes earlier.Henson’s face darkened slightly. He hesitated, reluctant to answer, but eventually did, replying curtly, “Hello.”Hannah’s voice came through the line. “I’ve already made all the funeral arrangements. You’ll have to show up tomorrow.”Henson leaned back in his chair, a relaxed expression on his face. “Got it,” he responded evenly.Hannah didn’t seem to notice his change in tone. She continued, “What is with you and that girl on the screen? Her news is everywhere…”Henson cut her off impatiently, sounding annoyed. “I’ve taken care of it. You don’t need to worry about my affairs. You handle yours, and I’ll handle mine. We’ll talk later.”He ended the call, stepped out of the house, and got into his car. As he drove away, night had alr
Henson looked into the camera with unwavering resolve and declared, “Of course, anyone found guilty will face the full weight of the law. Those involved in my uncle’s death—none of them will be spared.”Maria, watching the news, felt a surge of anger. Frustration boiling over, she grabbed the remote and hurled it at the TV. Her eyes teared up as she clenched her teeth in fury. She hadn't expected Henson to speak so ruthlessly about her friend. Though she knew he wasn’t a good person, she hadn't imagined he could be so cold.“I’ll make sure everyone sees your true colors—you’re nothing but scum,” she vowed quietly but fiercely.Without hesitation, she reached for her phone and dialed a number. A deep voice answered on the other end, “Maria, you still have my number, huh?”Maria rolled her eyes, impatience clear in her voice. “No time for jokes, Philip. I need your help—my friend’s in trouble.”Philip hesitated before responding, “I know, the news is everywhere. I think she’s done for…”
Evelyn stared at her blankly before finally speaking, her voice trembling. "Henson's coming for me. He's going to take me away from here."Maria’s face darkened with anger. She snapped at her friend, her voice sharp. "Idiot! He’s already used you. Open your eyes, Eve. He’s not coming through for you."Tears welled up in Evelyn’s eyes as she retorted softly, "He loves me. He would never do that to me."Maria looked at her with frustration, as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She wanted to shake some sense into her friend, to look inside her mind and see what was making her so blind. How could she be so delusional, so naive? Evelyn had already been used and discarded.She reached out, grabbing Evelyn’s hands gently but firmly. "You’re such a big idiot, Eve. I don’t know what I can say to make you see the truth—Henson’s a bastard, a son of a bitch."Maria’s voice trembled with urgency as she pleaded, "We have to find a way out of this. You can’t be convicted of murder. You j
When Henson declared, "It's time to carry out Plan B then," his tone was decisive.Hannah looked at him thoughtfully, then asked softly, "Are you sure? You’re not thinking of changing your mind?"Henson shook his head firmly. "No. I’ve made up my mind. We’re going through with Plan B."Without hesitation, he began dressing. Hannah didn’t stop him; she simply watched as he finished getting ready. Once done, he approached her, leaned in, and gently kissed her forehead."After all this is over, we’ll set a date for our wedding," he promised softly.He then turned and left the room. What he didn’t notice was that Hannah’s expression remained blank—her eyelids drooped, and her face was emotionless, as if her heart wasn’t in it.Henson drove to Evelyn’s apartment, stepping out of his car and walking inside. He knocked, then pushed open the door to find the living room empty.He moved into the bedroom and found Evelyn lying under the duvet on the bed. She had pulled the blanket over herself,
Hannah looked at him impatiently, her voice trembling with confusion. "What are you talking about? What did we do? Talk to me."Henson grasped her hands tightly, his eyes shining with excitement. "Maxwell is dead. He’s dead."Hannah’s eyes widened in disbelief, her brow furrowing. "You’re talking so fast."But Henson couldn’t contain his urgency. He grabbed his car keys and hurriedly said, "You need to confirm it quickly. I’m heading to see Evelyn."Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked out swiftly. Hannah called after him, "Henson, hold on—"But he was already gone, the door closing behind him. He didn’t even wait for his driver; he jumped into his car and sped off down the street.On the way, traffic held him up, and his frustration grew. He grumbled under his breath, honking impatiently and cursing softly. Once the gridlock eased, he accelerated rapidly, his face dark with tension.He arrived at Evelyn’s apartment building, slamming his foot on the brake as the car jerk
Suddenly, Evelyn’s voice crackled from the phone’s speaker. “I was about to call you. I just left your office, and your secretary confirmed you're not inside.”Henson retorted coldly, “Come to the company’s car park. I’m waiting for you there.” Without waiting for a response, he ended the call. His eyebrows knitted in worry, a flicker of anxiety crossing his face. He was nervous about why Evelyn was suddenly looking for him—especially since they hadn’t made up, and their relationship had been strained lately.He sat in the driver’s seat, waiting anxiously, lost in thought, contemplating various possibilities. Soon, Evelyn appeared in his peripheral vision. He saw her approach through the windshield and waited patiently until she reached his car.“Get in,” he said softly.Evelyn opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. As she turned to face him, she broke the silence with her words. “Myself and your uncle are leaving for Scotland. I’m ready.”Henson’s eyes widened in surprise.