Henry Sugar Real Name Novels & Stories

Mark’s steadiness was absolute, as if emotions like panic or confusion had never existed in his genetic code. Mona’s jaw dropped. “Holy crap! Are they playing tennis or fighting to the death?” Adriana replied coolly, “It can be interpreted that way.” Mona leaned forward, eyes darting left and right across the court. “Who is that guy? He’s so ruthless! He’s not seriously trying to beat my idol, is he?” Adriana answered, unsure herself. “That’s Henry, an orthopedic surgeon from Light Hospital. He knows your idol.”

No one knew that under the staircase of the non governmental charity house was an undercover house, a secret hideout for professional, sooth after criminals. The slight opening of its door announced the presence of two tall, young men with a nicely built physique. Their eyes scanned the dark room till it landed on the trio. "Boss," The trio rose in deference. Entering fully, Henry sat on the couch smoking while the other figure stood stoically behind him. His cold eyes stared around silently. He was a known assassinator. An ex military man who goes by the name 'ten lives'. But his real name was Henry Gomez. "Ralph, were you able to get those document from the state secretary? And accountant?

I said, pulling away from Cassandra to face my main target. Damian nodded, facing Henry. "Yes, he's a business partner of mine. He's just visiting the pack," He shared, looking displeased with my presence. I pretended not to have seen his face expression but dropped all attentions on Henry, giving my hand out to the billionaire like a gentleman. "Nice to meet you, sir." "Same here, Alpha..." Henry dragged, waiting to hear from me. Then I responded without any delay, "Alpha Diego." As soon as I mentioned my name to him, Henry's body shivered! I felt it from his hand.

Only a few of Henry's fans had paid special attention to the wedding. But with the recent negative news of Marriott International. Henry was exposed more often. His appearance was almost well-known. As the case of Moore Yunting was settled, Henry had been whitewashed a lot. People thought that the reason why Henry was so arrogant and not good at social relations was that It was all because he had been stimulated by his parents' sudden death. "How are you, Angel Xander's parents." Mr. Sun, the head teacher of Little Nomi, also turned his head when he heard the voice of Little Nomi.

"Yeah. Sure. What happened?" I pulled her to her feet, and she scanned the room. Her eyes locked on Henry's. "Oh! Hi! Thanks for catching me out there earlier." Henry smiled, extending a hand, and she smiled back. "Yeah. No problem, Sara. I'm just glad I was walking by." I smiled back. It felt right to see them getting along so well. "Henry and I were just discussing his family lineage. He's a Blackwood." Sara's eyes opened wide. "Wow! I think I've heard of them. You're like, dragon royalty or something."

"Is that Henry's info?" "Okay, Jordan dug up some dirt on his prison buddies again, and here's the lowdown." Helma grabbed the papers and skimmed through them. It turns out Madam Guller was spot-on this time—Henry was bad news. His so-called 'stealing to survive' act? Total baloney. He was not some poor kid trying to afford school. The guy had quit school ages ago and blew the stolen cash on a new phone. Helma's head spun as she considered his dating history. Most of his exes were the kind of girls who hung around clubs, making nice with the customers.

"Have you gone to the hospital?" I smile again. "Yeah. I've been given pills. They said it was just stress and inconsistent eating habits. " More like over the counter painkillers. Jonas slams his hands on the table. "Did you know that the boss's family also hates sweets?" I raise a brow. "Where did you hear that from?" "Apparently...." He looks around to make sure no one is coming. "His father hates sweets and it just rubbed off... Maybe." His father. The word ran shivers down my spine just at the mention of the name. He hadn't given me a time frame but he was a business man.

Henry is a type of guy who gave no fuck to the world, even if it means having his own flesh and blood died before his eyes. "I swear to fucking God, I'll kill you if you're trying to set us up," Xavier hissed as he watched Henry sat comfortably in the swivel chair. They look similar to each other. The three of them, actually. Consider that they have the same mother and their fathers were brothers, they sure look so much like each other. Except that Henry did not inherit Ivanov's typical hair colour. While most Ivanov members have brown as their hair colour, Henry has a blonde.

This continued for a few runs before Henry who was silent till now spoke up with a smile “I’m afraid sir, that won’t be answered no matter how many times you try” “What makes you so sure?” Garret asked in a mocking tone. Mr Henderson and his CEO were best mates, and he would never refuse him. “Because the other half of my name is Henderson” Henry spoke in a neither arrogant nor servile tone. Garret “” Dana and the team also looked at Henry with a shocked expression. ‘The calm, laid-back, humble lass was the son of the most revered lawyer in the country with a record of never failing in court even if his client had iron clad evidence against him?’

Either option sounded better than anything else right now. “My sons James and Dean, of course. One will choose to come for you.” He grinned proudly to himself as he watched Kiera. “James has a father and you’re not him. Who are you?” “That whelp isn’t his father. I am. My name’s Henry Gingham. You’ve got quite the spirit, I think. If I were ten years younger, I’d keep you for myself. Now that you’re awake, I’ll get something for you to eat brought down.”