Breaking News Trevor Henderson Novels & Stories

"Those assholes from the Centralton garrison are poking their noses into Tiusto. They're lawless!" "Calm down, Honey!" Anxiously, Bethany stopped him and asked, "What happened? Why do you have to resort to violence instead of talking things over?" "I can't calm down! Mr. Henderson got arrested. Samuel just texted me about it!" Tyga's eyes were wide with anger. "Huh?" Bethany was taken aback. Then, just as Tyga was about to leave, she stopped him again. "My dear, do you want me to be an ungrateful man?" Flames of fury danced in Tyga's eyes. "Don't forget that Mr. Henderson saved your life and even successfully helped you get pregnant with our child.

"Yeah! I think it's impossible too. Mr. Hatch took dozens of powerhouses with him, and he's an invincible fighter as well. Nothing would happen to him." "It's true. We just received the news. Mr. Hatch was killed right outside the Jamesons' residence. Mr. Hamish is in a rage right now." "Did it really happen?" Someone with a strong network in the Trevor household had already received the news. They were initially in disbelief and figured it out to be just a rumor. However, they slowly began to accept the truth. Most of the Trevors began to discuss this privately. That was when a figure quietly entered their house without alarming anyone.

He crossed the room out of earshot to take a phone call. The intercom buzzed and Rebecca announced that Damon had arrived. “Shall I show him back?” she asked. Wendy took a deep breath, looked at her coworkers lining the conference table all ready to do their part, and said, “Show him back, Rebecca.” As Wendy ended the conversation, Trevor returned to the table. “Sorry, but I have to go,” he announced. “And I’m not sure when I’ll be back. Hopefully no more than a few days. I’ll let you know when I have more details.”

My name. New article. Different outlet. Bigger one. EXCLUSIVE: Audio Recording Surfaces Of Voss Stepdaughter — “I Think I’m Falling For Him” I closed my eyes. Opened them. Called my lawyer. “I saw it,” he said immediately. “Caden, this audio combined with the photo — the board isn’t going to wait until morning. Henderson just texted me. Emergency call. Tonight. Eleven pm.” Forty-three minutes from now. “Fine,” I said. “Set it up.”

I whispered. "It's not just social media anymore. The Henderson family called an emergency press conference. They're speaking right now." I scrambled to find my phone and turned on the news. There on the screen were Claire's parents, looking exhausted and terrified. Mr. Henderson was speaking. "Our daughter has been through an unimaginable trauma. The kidnapping left her deeply shaken. And while we're grateful to the Blackwood family for their help in securing her release, we believe it's best for Claire's mental health if the engagement is called off."

He just let them take him. Every major news station was broadcasting it live. Cameras flashed, microphones shoved forward, and reporters spoke in hurried, urgent tones. “Breaking news! Heir to the Hendrix family, Harry Hendrix, arrested for the fourth time—this time for the attempted elimination of famous basketball star Adrian Monroe!” A journalist, dressed in a sharp navy suit, stood in front of the police station, her voice clear and confident as she spoke into the camera.

"And how's the meeting with your dad?" "It's alright. I...I need to talk to you about something. It's kind of related to what Dad and I talked about." Hendry had been going back and forth about confessing everything to Sloan. He realized that Callie was right. It'd be better for Hendry's peace of mind to let the people he cares about know. More because Sloan was tangled in the middle of it after Holden assaulted him and his Dad knew that Sloan was his boyfriend. Truthfully, Hendry wanted everything to last between them, and to think that their future could weigh on the darkest time in his life makes him sick to his stomach.

"Get a medic over here!" "Hold on," a voice says. A car screeches into the clearing, bypassing the police line. It’s a battered sedan with a shattered windshield. The driver’s door opens. Henderson stumbles out. He’s bleeding from a head wound. His suit is ruined. He looks like he crawled out of a wreck—because he did. He waves a piece of paper. "Stop!" Henderson yells at the FBI agents moving to cuff Leon. "Stop everything!" The IA agent steps forward. "Who are you?"

Trevor said with twisted lips and started digging around in his coat pocket. “Why? Who is it?” Christopher asked. “Jonathan Kilmer,” Trevor said and pulled out his cell. “Oh, no,” Bruce groaned like it was the last name he wanted to hear. “Who?” Christopher asked in a high-pitched tone. “Jonathan Kilmer,” Trevor repeated. “Heather Ingram’s husband.” “What! No! There has to be someone else!” Christopher yelled. “We don’t have time to shop around, Christopher,” Trevor snapped as he pressed the screen on his phone.

His expression had not changed at all. Evidently, he was not the slightest bit afraid. However, nobody knew what he was thinking about. “Hah… Tammy Chester, how commendable! You’re pointing a gun at your brother just because of a disabled man. If our dear father knew about this, how would he punish you?” Trevor asked in a sarcastic tone. “Shut up! I won’t kill you, but I can shoot you in the legs!” Trevor’s arms had been broken by Henry. He had yet to take revenge for this, and Tammy was now threatening to shoot him in the legs?