chapter 55
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I needed to stop thinking about Hargrove and how the trial went. I just had to stop.

For the past hour, my mind had kept sprawling and there seemed to be nothing I could do. For the past few days after Lily's party, it felt like my life has been on hold and I didn't know how to handle it.

Emma had tried calling me but I didn't answer her call. I knew what she wanted to say to me. She was probably going to ask me about the trials.

She'll try to act all nice in front of me, she'd make me think that she really cared about me when instead she didn't.

I know her so I know what she is capable of doing.

“Aren't you going to pick that?” Henry asked, seeing how I let my phone ring without picking it up. Or was he disturbed maybe?

“No.” I responded without even looking at him.

I stopped, then looked up at him.

“It's Emma and you know obviously what she's going to say.”

“No. I don't.” Henry quickly chipped in like he was waiting desperately for me to say that. I stopped writing and looked up again but Henry wasn't going to give up. He was glaring back at me, probably waiting for an answer too.

“Don't you think that that is a good idea?”

I narrowed my eyes. What exactly was Henry trying to suggest to me? That I should accept Emma?

“What are you trying to say?” I finally asked since my eyes weren't talking enough. “You know how complicated my life was when I was with Emma. You know that.”

“I know but I'm not asking you to date her or even give her a chance. That is not what I'm asking you to do.”

I listened.

“Emma seems to be on your side. She's doing everything just so you can trust her.” He paused. “I heard she came to the wedding.”

“Okay. That doesn't mean anything though.”

Henry smiled. “It might not mean anything to you but she's telling you something. You know that Emma doesn't like being anyway that doesn't pay her. She doesn't like doing things that aren't worth her time and value.”

There was a smirk on my face. Value and Emma could never be in the same sentence ever. Emma didn't care about Value. She didn't know what that meant. She only cared about herself.

“You don't know Emma, you don't know how crazy and terrible she can be. I can't let her have access to me, not now when I need peace in my life.”

“I'm not asking you to let her in your life, I'm saying that since she wants to be in your life so desperately, use her.”

I'd never thought I'd ever hear that sentence from Henry but he said it.

He said I should use Emma. I thought about it but I still didn't understand what exactly he meant.

“You are advising me to use Emma?” I asked, making sure I heard him well. “Why would you ask me that?”

“She's so bent on helping you. Why don't you let her help you, then. Get all the information you need from her and let her go. That's all.”

Hmm. It did sound like an easy and great idea but nothing was easy with Emma. She was smart even to a fault. She would find out I was trying to get information from her and she'd stop responding to me.

“Well, she'll find out soon.”

“Does that matter? After all, that's exactly what you wanted. For her to finally leave you alone. Is that not it?”

Henry was trying to say that I should let Emma close to me, get all the information from her, make her feel safe and turn the tables against her. That way, I can kill two birds with a stone.

I can find out more information about Victoria using Emma and then at the end, I can toss her away, just like she tossed me away when I needed her

It did sound like a harsh idea but I didn't care. At some point, I had forgotten that I still had my revenge story to plan. I was distracted a bit but I was back on track now.

“Victoria isn't planning on giving up and honestly you've been playing this game like you are a good boy and that's not what Victoria needs.”

It may have sounded a bit harsh but it was the truth. Stories like this didn't need happy endings. Victoria was mean to me. She wasn't just mean, she was the kind of woman who always got what she wanted.

Now, it was my turn to become the kind of man who got what I wanted. I mean I have the power and it doesn't matter what anyone has to say.

I looked at Henry and forgave him immediately. I needed to hear this truth. I was becoming way too calm and too nice for the Pierce family.

They must be taking me as a fool but it was time for it to be over. I'd have to show them that I'm not a fool and shouldn't be considered as one.

“I'm sorry if I sounded terrible but I just had to say it.” Henry chipped in when he saw that I was deep in thought.

“I know you want the best for me so I'm not upset about anything.” I said to him, then left home.

It still wasn't time for us to leave but I wanted to. I was tired and I wanted to go home to Lily and her unending chattering.

She was the only thing keeping me sane at this point. I walked to the elevator since Henry said that he'll be back later. I was going through the lounge when I saw someone waving at me.

None of the employees had the mind to wave at me so I was surprised but then I found out that it was Emma.

She had come to see me.

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