Henry X William 소설 & 이야기

Sophie screamed for joy as she ran towards Henry Matthews, one of her favourite people in the house. "Hey!" Henry squatted in time and picked her up. He got off work early today and was having conversations with his mom before Vanessa and Sophie appeared. Unlike Brian, Henry wasn't interested in the family's business. He left the burden for his elder brother and decided to pursue his passion. Henry Matthews was a popular professional photographer. He also owns a well known Art Gallery. "Are you ready to go home to your Mom and Jayden?" "Yes, but I'll miss you." "We will all miss you, pumpkin. If I'm not too busy during the week I will stop by your place with some presents for you and Jayden.

Dean never thought that the Sean Williams he knew and the Sean Williams, the President of the foundation that he was supposed to meet two days ago, are the same person. Yes, they had the same name, but he just thought it's still common to have the same name. And besides, all he knows is that the Sean he knew was Henry’s son, not Stuart’s.

Henry mangled his words as he walked into the room, his gaze darting around. “I was not prepared to hear such a difficult response. I think there must be a reason for your presence right now, as you have never communicated with me without one,” Katherine replied softly, observing Henry's altered appearance. She always thought Henry was inferior to William. Therefore, he was unable to form an impression in her mind.

Completely intimidated by Henry's presence, William dared not to defy him. However, William couldn't help but ask on their way to the repair shop, "Well… will I get rewarded since I contribute to solving this?" Henry gave him a cold look. William was startled and chuckled awkwardly. "I don't need much. 300 to 500 thousand dollars is enough! That much money is just pocket change for wealthy people like you, right?" "I don't even want to waste a penny on people like you," hissed Henry coldly. William pursed his lips and fell silent.

William laughs and pats Henry on the back. “No one ever just dates one Dubai model!” William says. Anna looks on curiously and is led to the house where there is the smell of home-cooked food. That’s where she meets William’s wife. A homely-looking but pretty Asian girl. Her name is Lynn and she also greets Anna warmly. Anna finds it interesting how warm and friendly Henry’s family is not how she expected them to be. They all seem like lovely and loving people so why is Henry so distant and cold sometimes?

Henry's deep intimidating voice interrupted the officer's words. The officer's eyes grew big. He glanced down at Henry and asked, “W-what do you mean by that?” Henry laced his fingers on the table and leaned forward. He looked into the officer's eyes and stated, “I said, you are trash. If your wife is having difficulties during her pregnancy, it's your duty to help her out. Do you think growing a human being is easy?” Looking at the officer's name tag on his shirt, Henry said, “Officer William Parker. I’ll remember that name when I meet the chief inspector later. You're not fit to be in the police service.”

Silence descended upon the room, leaving only the sounds of William's sobbing. A long time passed before Gloria asked, "Who beat you?" "Henry," William answered. "When?" she asked. "Half an hour ago." William couldn't shake the feeling that Gloria was acting strangely that day. "Do you know where the other Moms are? Can you come back home soon? I'm so scared." Gloria massaged her brow as she listened to his teary voice. "Henry's dead, William."

His stiff smile widened, and I nodded. "So, do you have the goods ready?" I asked him. He nodded vigorously. He stood up, walked briskly to where he had sat, and brought a suitcase. He placed the briefcase on the table and opened it. I pinned him with my eyes, watching his actions closely. Henry was a significant drug dealer with clients all over the world. He was a very popular underworld and respected. The truth that others didn't know was that he worked under me.

The Patriarch’s Scrutiny The meeting was held in a stark, soundproof conference room. Henry Williams was already seated, flanked by the lead family counsel, a stern man named Mr. Femi. Henry was a commanding presence, silver-haired, immaculate, and possessed of eyes that seemed to absorb every detail without betraying a single thought. “Mimi,” Henry greeted her, his voice deep and measured. “I must congratulate you on your performance yesterday. It was a magnificent defense against a disastrous situation. Now, let’s discuss this agreement before we proceed with the wedding plans.”