Chapter 180: What Are You Up To, Gavin
Gavin explained, "I didn't act on my own. I just remembered his license plate number in the parking lot and had someone follow him halfway. I repeatedly instructed them not to let him notice and definitely not to engage in any conflict, not even bringing guns. I didn't expect this kid to be so sharp and ruthless, spotting our guys right away."
Tristan shook his head, "It seems this kid is really tricky. He gave us three days, probably to set a trap. He must think we'll use every opportunity to attack him in these three days, so he'll be extremely vigilant. Given that, let's stop all activities for the next three days. Don't open the fight club, and don't have anyone follow him. Let him stay on edge for three days, and then we'll strike on the fourth day."
"Understood." Gavin asked, "How will we strike then?"
Tristan said, "Erick told me he basically moves between two places: his brother's house in the development zone and the bar. We'll ambush people at these two points. Once we spot him, you'll be notified, and you and two fearless brothers will launch the attack."
"Got it!"
Erick didn't know that Henry had moved and was now living at Victoria's place. Moreover, the information he gave Tristan was from before. Erick had already quietly left Harbor Springs.
Victoria was driving, looking thoughtful. Henry first reminded her to focus on driving and not get distracted. Knowing what she was thinking, he said, "When I was standing at the entrance of the fight club, I noticed several cameras. When we got back to the car, I saw there were many cameras along the way. I think they were monitoring me remotely. So, I didn't leave immediately but leaned back and closed my eyes to give them time to send someone to follow me."
Victoria realized that when Henry was touching her chest, he wasn't just enjoying her body but also setting a trap for Tristan and his men. This made her realize how terrifying a man like Henry could be.
Henry continued, "When we left, you drove so fast that I didn't notice anyone following us. They probably didn't have time to send a car, so I asked you to slow down. At one intersection, I saw an SUV with out-of-state plates parked on the side. When we passed, it followed us. Of course, sometimes this can be a coincidence, so I had you drive slowly. But the problem was, they were in an SUV, and the road was empty. Why were they driving so slowly too?"
Victoria smiled, thinking: No wonder he was looking around, saying he was admiring the scenery. He was actually watching that SUV.
When Henry got out and stopped the car, Victoria thought he might have made a mistake because it had out-of-state plates. But Henry concluded, "When I stopped the car and saw that none of the four guys looked easy to deal with, I knew they were Tristan's men."
Victoria couldn't help but admire Henry. Outsiders only knew him as fierce and ruthless, but they didn't know he was also meticulous.
Victoria smiled, "Henry, you could be a detective."
Henry sighed, "I had many dreams as a child. First, I wanted to be a hero, then a rich man, then a special forces soldier, or a police detective. It was always my dream. But fate is unpredictable. Who knew I'd end up spending six years in prison?"
Victoria forced a smile, not knowing how to respond.
When they reached the gate of the community, Henry asked her to stop, saying he had other things to do.
Victoria thought he didn't want her to go upstairs with him, so she asked, "Do you want to keep the car?"
Henry smiled, "I can't drive and don't have a license. Are you afraid to drive me?"
"Of course not," Victoria laughed.
Henry pinched her cheek, then got out of the car. After the car started, he crossed the street and headed towards Harbor Springs University Elementary School.
Victoria felt slightly relieved seeing Henry didn't go straight into the community. Although she knew she wasn't Henry's type, it would still hurt if he openly rejected her.
The school hadn't let out yet, but the gate was already crowded with parents waiting for their children. Henry waited at the gate for a while until the school bell rang. The students, led by their teachers, lined up inside the gate and dispersed as they exited.
Henry spotted Miles among the students, head down, rushing towards Harbor Springs University. Henry intercepted him with a hug.
Miles was startled. Just as he recognized Henry, a strong hand grabbed Henry's shoulder from behind.
Henry was ready to turn and kick when a loud voice boomed, "What are you doing?"
Wait, it didn't sound like an attack!
Miles spoke up, "Uncle, this is my Uncle Henry!"
Henry turned to see a security guard about his size holding his shoulder. The school let out early, and since Jason and Avery couldn't pick up their son, Jason had arranged for the school security to help.
The guard, seeing Henry rush at Miles, mistook him for a kidnapper. Once the misunderstanding was cleared, Henry carried Miles on his shoulders, chatting and laughing with the guard as they walked towards Harbor Springs University.
Miles, sitting on Henry's shoulders, kept calling out his classmates' names, proudly showing off. Henry admired the school's villa area, finding it even more beautiful than Victoria's place. The angle and obstructions made it hard to see the full view of the villas. They were more like detached houses with close spacing rather than shared walls, likely a clever trick during project approval.
Each villa had a large yard. Although they were two-story buildings, they were effectively two and a half stories because the garage was on the bottom floor. The yards varied according to personal taste: some had concrete paving, some had flowers and plants, some had wooden pavilions, and some had glass houses.
Jason's villa was noticeably larger than the neighboring ones, probably because he was the vice principal. The villas in front and behind were similarly large, likely belonging to other school leaders. Jason's yard was paved with concrete, and after entering, one had to climb a dozen steps to reach the living room. The living room was luxuriously decorated, more like a small business owner's place than a scholar's home.
This was normal. Wealthy people often liked to make their homes look cultured, while cultured people often made their homes look wealthy.
Henry used to think living in the city meant high-rise apartments. Seeing these villas, he realized the significant difference in living conditions and indoor decor between the city and the countryside.
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