Henry froze at Alicia's words. He was itching to spin around and give Alicia a piece of his mind, but he didn't want to risk upsetting her. If she lost her cool and threw another bottle of nitroglycerin at him, it would be game over. This wasn't child's play.
For the first time, he realized how fierce this young woman could be. It was a bitter pill to swallow that he, once a powerful figure, was now intimidated by a young woman in his later years.
Henry was so frustrated he felt like his chest might explode. With great effort, he made it out of the mansion and walked towards his waiting car. The driver opened the door.
Holding the glass bottle of nitroglycerin, Henry ordered his driver, "Make a call. Find someone who can get this super glue off my hand."
The driver glanced at the see-through bottle, "What's this?"
"Dynamite."
Shocked, the driver jumped back.
