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the young girl replied calmly and swiftly left the room, heading towards the basement. In the basement, four teenage boys, aged fifteen or sixteen, gathered around Henry, who was bound with iron chains. Henry had never looked so disheveled before, his small body covered in whip marks, not a spot left unscathed, with fresh blood splattered on his fair, young face, adding a touch of horror. His wrists were tightly bound, showing a terrifying purple bruise, as if he had been pulled from a pool of blood.

“What happened?” “Henry is in prison,” he replied and faced away with his head bowed. “Dad… I mean, your dad came with the police. He beat the shit out of Henry after you hit him before Henry was taken away by the cops. Henry is currently in prison with multiple crimes against him. His court sessions will begin next month according to the lawyers involved. Dad— Harry will take care of Hamilton Inc in the meantime.”

This blood sample is of a woman approx aged between 25 to 30. Henry was in a dilemma whether he should inform Alex about it now? In confusion, he took his mobile and dialed Alex's number.

But once the two of them really got talking, he started asking about Henry's family situation. "Are you an only child?" Henry responded, "Yes." "Are your parents still around?" "Yes, though they're both working class." "How old are they?" "My father is almost 60 this year, and my mother is 56." Hector drew out his response. "Oh, I see." Although Hector was the only one asking questions, Garrett and Madeline were actually paying close attention to Henry's answers as well. When Hector had asked enough, he stopped. But from his expression, it was clear that he seemed quite satisfied with Henry's background.

Anna says and furrows her brow. “Can I add to this conversation?” Henry says a little bit irritated. “But the girl is barely twenty-one and one of the most irritating creatures on the face of the planet. And also I’m not a pedophile. I knew her as a little girl. Any man that can look at someone they knew as a kid and find them attractive as an adult is likely a pedophile and groomer,” Oscar laughs.

"How old are you?" Henry chuckled. He knew it was only a matter of time before she asked him that. He drew her close and faced her so he could see her expression. "A hundred and seventy five." Aurora's eyes widened so much that it seemed they would pop out of their sockets. "Years old?" She exclaimed. "That... that would make you... a hundred and fifty seven years older than me." Henry wasn't expecting that and he burst out in laughter. "Oh my love, you're absolutely amusing."

Henry was not the person she wanted to choose. The phone rang repeatedly, and Henry, feeling annoyed, adjusted his tie. "Rest well and lay low for a while." With that, Henry left. Mr. Brown Sr.'s arrival in Boston definitely meant the entire Brown family was getting involved in this matter. For now, he needed to calm the old man's emotions. Moreover, the old man hadn't been well these past few years; he was suffering from high blood pressure. Henry truly feared he might worsen his condition out of anger.

I knew forty wasn’t young, but the woman was only twenty-seven. “Cormac Cabot is going to be the new mayor. Have you prepared everything? He might make a lot of new policies,” Henry said. After some small talk, he addressed the main reason for his visit. I preferred discussing work over personal matters. Since he was the second-largest shareholder, I shared the results of Monday’s meeting. Henry sounded sad as he expressed his opinion. His voice trembled, holding back tears. I knew there was a hearing in the morning for Monica’s murder case. He might have come to see me to calm his mind before facing the courtroom battle.

“Yes, you heard me right. This man was an abuser...” Some of them gasped. “Yes true, ask Adrian here, he knows.” Adrian nodded affirmatively, he whispered into one of the men's ears. The media had arrived and had their cameras in place. Henry walked up to the projector screen and peered at it, he chortled loudly. “A charity for little kids?” he turned around and faced him. “How nice, I hope you don’t hit the children like you hit me all those years ago...” Mr Allen’s chest heaved. “Get out of my company Henry!”

His pupils were all right so I doubt he was high on something either. “If dad did as I said…” Henry continued. “If he didn’t nag about the girls I bring home every night, if he just enjoyed his own life too, he would still be alive by now. He was celibate as fuck. Maybe he thought he didn’t need any more sex since he already had a son.” Bruce and I kept our mouths shut. We simply listened. “I even offered a threesome once,” Henry continued. “I was willing to share my chick with him but he lashed out on me. Foolish nigger, that’s what the dead guy is.