HENRY
A few weeks had passed, and I sat in my private study staring down at the official transcript on my desk. A bold red FAIL was stamped across every single subject like an ugly curse.
My hands shook uncontrollably as I picked up the paper, my fingers crumpling the edges until the thick sheet began to tear apart.
To make matters worse, leaked evidence against me had already spread everywhere across the city.
Videos showing me bribing university lecturers were circulating online, documents proving my years of financial fraud were leaking to the press, and whispers were spreading rapidly through the elite social circles.
Everyone was saying the same thing, Henry Maxwell was finished.
A harsh, bitter laugh tore out of my throat as I glared at the ruined transcript.
"That infuriating woman," I growled under my breath.
