Horrid Henry Audio Books Novels & Stories

- At that moment, Henry was sitting on the couch in the living room of a discreet and luxurious villa and fiddling with the wine glass in his hand. The phone that he had thrown aside suddenly rang. He answered the call impatiently and asked coldly, "How are things progressing? I suppose you haven't disappointed me, have you?" As soon as he finished speaking, a woman's cry came from the other side of the phone. "Henry, come and save me! Help me!" Henry stood up with a hint of dissatisfaction in his sinister eyes as soon as he heard Penelope's voice. His voice sounded frosty and terrifying. "Penelope, did you mess up?"

I said softly, trying to calm Henry down but he wouldn't listen. "I can't stop pacing when that woman is still denying the fact that she kidnapped my daughter. Can you imagine?! She has the effrontery to actually deny it when my phone automatically has recordings of everything she said. She is really in for it this time." He snapped. I sighed, not knowing what else to say. A call came into Henry's phone and he picked it up. It was the inspector of police. Henry seemed extremely disturbed on the phone call and it really disturbed me as well. Soon, he was done on the phone call and sighed.