“Henry it seems like you are taking a wrong turn.” Eliot speak his mind.
He is no fool, and he’s no blind. He wouldn’t pretend as if he did not notice his strange behavior ever since. His eyes glancing back on the mirror to him, and the uncertain flick of his finger as he clutch the wheel. His shoulder is tense. A guilty outlook that he was keeping something from Eliot.
“You should have not called me, Sir.” Henry whispered, but it reached Eliot. His voice was shaking as if he was trying to get in control, but he couldn’t. “You should just stay there and never come back, Sir Eliot.”
It was easy for Eliot to finally grasp the situation.
His hooded eyes darkened, “Who paid you?”
He certainly didn’t need to ask. It was obviously Lauren, who cut those closer to Eliot, wrapping her arm
