Chapter 323

A week after Henry Smith said he was going on a business trip, Terry Hart suddenly showed up in front of me with news I really wasn’t ready for—only then did I realize how naive I’d been. That day, after we wrapped up at the photo studio and all the staff had left, I was locking up when I noticed him. His car was parked at the curb, and he was leaning against the hood, smoking, like he was waiting for someone. I didn’t think much of it and didn’t go over to say hi—just locked the door and was about to head home. But then he called out to me, said he'd come here specifically to talk. Curious, I asked, “Can’t this wait till we’re at home?” “It’s about Henry,” he replied, hands in his pockets, staring at me. “Not exactly the kind of topic you bring up at his place, you know?” “He said he’s on a trip to Sucheng,” I answered, clearly sensing he had something else to say. He gave a half-smile, more like a scoff, and tapped the front of his car with one hand. “A business trip, huh? What if I