Chapter 92

“Where are you going?” Henry asks me as I walk towards him. He is in the living room slumped on the couch.

“At my apartment,” I reply to him and he chews on the half-eaten apple in his hand. This guy is always chewing on something.

“So soon?” He speaks without looking at me. His eyes are now glued to the giant flat-screen TV.

“Yeah, I guess. And oh, I’m using one of your cars.” I inform him and he looks at me.

He studies me from my toe to my head and he smiles.

“I see you are back to your old self.” He says with a smirk.

“And you can use whichever car you wish to.” He adds.

I thank him and I exit the house. There are a lot of cars to choose from. I may choose the black sleek Ferrari, it seems to fit my personality more.

“Ma’am, how may I help you?” One of the guards walk up to me and asks.

His features remind me of one of the clients I worked for some time ago, he was Asian and very wealthy.

“Henry gave me permission to use one of