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Meanwhile, he immediately went to see his mother, who was preparing dinner in the kitchen. "Ma, I felt something strange earlier," Henry began in a low voice. "When Kayden and I were walking through the bazaar, someone was following us from behind. I tried to see who it was, but they disappeared into the crowd instantly." Mara, who was chopping vegetables, suddenly stopped her activity. She put the knife on the table and looked at Henry with a gaze full of concern. "Are you sure, Henry?" "Yes, Ma. That person seemed to be watching Kayden," Henry replied with conviction. “It’s possible they have something to do with Kayden’s biological father.”

a divorced mother in Paris shared. For the first time, Henry’s story wasn’t just his own—it was a symbol, for all. But not all hearts warmed. Damien Dowells still wondering in his suite, drink in hand, eyes glued to Henry’s image on the television. His jaw was tight, his knuckles white around the glass. He remembered the day he had offered Henry a position in his empire, the day Henry had walked away. “He could have been mine,” Damien whispered bitterly. “Mine to shape, mine to hold.” He slammed the glass down, the liquid spilling. “Walker stole him. But this is not over.”

"He's a murderer and a monster! Death is too good for him!" "You awarded him a Medal of Honor? Are you blind? Someone like that doesn't deserve recognition!" "Revoke his medal immediately, take back the money, and issue a public apology. If not, we'll file formal complaints!" "Where's that bitch Yvonne? She needs to answer for this!" Inside the ward, the first person to break the silence was Henry. He looked at me, a sudden burst of manic hatred surging in those hollow eyes. He lunged forward with his uninjured hand, reaching straight for my throat.

He can go to hell for all I care. “You don’t want to test me and see what I can do Emily, those assholes you have been fucking wouldn’t be too hard for me to take out and especially the last one. The current one, the one you are living with presently, and yet you claim to repair your apartment. Tell me something Emily, would you tear up if I shoot the bastard in his head?” He asked and then chuckled evilly at the end. Henry. He was talking about Henry. I looked around the place again and then sighed in relief when I saw no one, it was late so nobody would be out.

Then, as if that wasn't a weird conversation stopper, Clara continued. "Cowboy guy there is Henry. He's a dom. The ones standing are doms if you haven't figured that out, and the kneeling ones are submissives. Lillian and Renata are the only two switches." "Anyway, Henry and the blond guy on his knees, whose name is Bjorne, are both enforcers. Means basically they run errands, interact with the public and help keep the peace. You and Henry have a lot in common. He was a sheriff back in his mortal days. Both he and Bjorne are vampires: Bjorne is a shadow and Henry is a fledgling, but only for another six months."

“Basically the same shit. He hits hard and fast, leaves little trace. Nasty sonofabitch.” I flip through a couple pages. A nasty sonofabitch who’s been in business for damn near three decades, if Henry’s right about the connection. Someone like that isn’t going to topple after a few lost warehouses. He knows how to pick up the pieces. “I wish I had an undercover.” Henry thumps his fist on the table, spilling more coffee. “They all got pulled after we rescued Eleni. Burnt.” I stare at the file. A guy like this needs to be taken down from the inside. Henry, for all his stupidity and tactlessness, is right.

“I have enough evidence here to have you put away for domestic violence, sexual assault and harassment, pedophilia, murder, illegal bearing of firearms, human and drug trafficking. It would be so easy for me to just hand you over to the police, but I need your acquaintances to understand just how much of a monster you are.” A look of pure, gut-wrenching shame crosses Henry’s face, as if he’s praying that the ground would crack open and swallow him whole. Claire, on the other hand, is nowhere to be seen. I know she hasn’t gone far. The next hour flies by in a flurry of more shock, disappointment and horror.

Henry raised his eyes and glanced at the camera in front of him. Jasper felt that Henry was staring at him through that camera. And it seemed like he had a smile on his face too. However, Jasper disregarded that thought immediately, thinking he was seeing things. How could Henry be smiling when he was about to read the confession letter? "In fact, Mr. Brown of Elysian Group was involved in this incident," said Henry slowly. Jasper was shocked to hear this. Jennifer looked at him perplexedly and asked, "What's going on? I thought you told him to make a confession. Why is he mentioning you now?"

"You're in charge this time, Henry. Once you kill Wilbur Penn, we'll drive the van back." "Got it, Mister Huck." Henry loaded his pistol, smirking at Maria one last time before heading off to Diseya. Maria watched as Henry left before turning back to Huck. "Surely this Wilbur guy can't just be some regular dude, right? He dropped three hundred million bucks in one auction, you know. Won't Henry be in danger?"

Henry said to the security guards as they were fleeing for safety. After the three security guards left the sitting room, Henry sat down on one of the sofas before ruffling his hair in frustration. 'Adrian, you son of a bitch, you are really crossing every line now,' Henry muttered to himself before taking his phone and placing a call to the person who he had called earlier. "Hi, Boss," the person greeted Henry after picking up the call. "Hi Joe, please, I want you to come over to my place now, and while coming, bring along with you a shovel and a body bag," Henry said to him.