Giselle suddenly recalled that Henry still owed her a favor that hadn’t been fulfilled yet. Now was the perfect opportunity to make use of it.
It was well past ten at night, and Giselle, having dozed off on the couch, was awakened by the sound of the Maybach’s engine.
She rubbed her eyes and straightened herself up, preparing for Henry’s entrance.
Henry walked into the living room, removing his coat as he approached, and noticed Giselle unusually waiting for him downstairs. “Had to attend an unexpected meeting at the office, that’s why I’m late,” he explained casually.
The increase in online activity was a double-edged sword; there were now numerous posts and comments attacking Giselle, with some even offering money for her personal details.
Henry had spent the entire day at the offic
