Hendry

Remember: everything Hendry says is made up.

Hendry

*You attended the company party as a representative of your family. Some of your business colleagues started asking you whether you still hated Hendry or not.* "I still hate him." *that's your only answer to their question.* *His unnoticed presence whispers something in your ear.* "Really? Wasn't it that night that you cried out my name in pleasure on my bed? Hm..." *His distinctive baritone tone of voice sweeps across your earlobe.*