Novel & Cerita How Old Is Henry Bowers

"Ms. Bowden, you’re accusing Victor Hayes of helping someone swap identities to cheat on college entrance exams. Do you have evidence?" I took a deep breath, gripping the female officer’s hand for support as I stood. "I have evidence, but it’s not recent. This goes back fifteen years." The words barely left my mouth before Bruce started shouting, practically jumping in place. "Ridiculous! Fifteen years ago, you were what, five years old? What would a five-year-old know about anything? You couldn’t even read properly at that age, let alone understand college entrance exams!" I fought back the anger surging within me, fixing him with a cold, steady stare.

Gabriella leaned against the door and exhaled deeply. Opening her eyes, she saw Henry standing in the center of the room. His hair was messy, and he was half naked with his distinct abs extending downward and disappearing under a towel. The towel around his lower body was pink, and it was one of hers. His fair skin naturally suited the pink color. It made his skin appear even paler. Henry would turn 30 years old next year. He had handsome features and superior bone structure. Showing no signs of aging, he still looked young and healthy.

Henry had two very tall and bulky bodyguards standing right behind him, and that only made him appear even more formidable. “Well, Henry Bowers is Chief of the Police. That means that he’s the head of the police in this country to put it in simple terms,” Rowan explained to me casually. “Oh, I see...” I murmured. "It’s great to meet you. I’m one of George’s close friends. We do a lot of business together," Henry said before showing me a friendly smile. Given that it was George’s wedding, I shouldn’t have been surprised to meet some prominent figures in society. That didn’t mean that I felt comfortable in their presence.

By the time, she would probably still be sleeping and he didn't want to disturb her. So instead, his thoughts floated to the fact that he was turning a year older. It didn't really seem like it, but he got the dates correct. Celebrating his birthday was something he never really did, not since his fifteenth birthday when his parents decided they knew better than him and decided to get something he didn't want at all. Henry could still remember running away and coming back at nightfall where his parents started to apologize to him, but he deed was done. He no longer liked birthdays, and to him, they would remain a constant source of disturbance to him.

Oh my my. "I saw her today."Henry said as he walked into the 10 by 10 inch living room, where his godfather, Brainne Hooke sat by the TV. Brianne Hooke was likely to be in his fifties though he looked more older. His bald head only made matters worse. Henry despised him though he stayed with him. He just doesn't have a choice. Or haven't found one. "Saw her? Or met her?"Brainne said, picking his yellow teeth with a toothpick. Sometimes Henry wonders how a rich man could be so ugly.

Henry nodded. "Why didn't you tell me?" Wade breathed, turning his attention to Henry. He noticed that Henry looked as if he had aged over ten years, his hair was greyer and his skin had more wrinkles. "If I had told you, you would have run out there and get your ass killed by those men. They are bloodthirsty, like monsters. Human lives are nothing but a toy for them," Henry snapped. Then he sighed and rolled his shoulders back. He cares about you. It's his way of parenting.

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls… - Edgar Allen Poe “I guess that leaves just me.” Douggie said as he nodded to his assistant to prepare the video footage. “Pursuant to state law, after the body cam video was viewed by the county DA and state attorney, the victim’s representative and the suspect representative, it is being made available to the public. The victim is twenty-one-year-old Jolene Fargo, wife of the suspect, officer Henry ‘Hank' Fargo, aged twenty-eight. Deputies Hendricks, Pawlowski and Jenson responded to the scene. Hendricks and Jenson arrived first; Thomas, please start the video.”

Henry had kidnapped me right at lunchtime, claiming that he needed a chat, which I knew was just an excuse. "He still likes salads," he protested against the menu I ordered. "Eating vegetables is important." We spent a lot of time chatting, especially about our high school friends. A had succeeded with his bakery here, which I didn't even know. Or B, who used to be religious and calm, but ended up becoming a thug deeply involved in the drug world. Henry said that B had been caught several times with drugs in his pocket. Astounding. That was shocking, to be honest.

James had better not try to plant doubts in me next time. “So,” Henry said warmly, “how’s my little Patricia doing? What’s making you sad?” I laughed again. Little Patricia? Really? All these years had passed, and he still saw me as that same little Patricia? "I'm good, Brother Henry," I teased back. He smiled softly, though his smiles weren’t as bright as they used to be. Then he reached out, gently fixing my hair and patting it the same way he did when we were kids. "I’m 31, Henry… I’m not a child anymore," I said, laughing.

When Henry and I got together, my age was going to be a problem, but Mom, determined to make sure I won without letting anyone in the family know, found a way to manipulate my age and make me older than I was. When I found out along the way that Henry was equally as despicable as I was, I didn’t bother hiding my age from him anymore, and unsurprisingly, he didn’t care. And everyone who doesn’t know me personally most likely thought that I was twenty-four years old when I was only just twenty-one. Henry wasn’t the man of my dreams or a prize like Scarlet thought he was to me. In fact, I couldn’t care less about the man at first. He was just something Scarlet had, and since I believed she didn