2 hours later, a sleeping London is tied to a chair in Henry's apartment.
"Wake up now, bimbo!" says Henry as he pinch London's left nipple through her bra.
"What...? Let me go!" says London in anger as she wake up.
"London, give me the code to your fat stupid father's bank vault or I'll make you preggo." says Henry with a hard commanding tone.
"Preggo? You keep your disgusting hands off my lady parts you evil perv!" says London, still angry.
"Stop! Do as I say. You're a child." says Henry in anger as he grab a whip and use it to hit London in the face.
"That hurts..." says London.
"If you don't love the pain just tell me what I want." says Henry.
"How? Dad never gave me the code..." says London.
"Don't be a naughty liar, London! Tell...me...the fuckin' code." says Henry.
"I don't know the code, please let me go." says London.
"Alright then, if you don'y give me the code, I need to make you preggo." says Henry.
"No! Stop!" says London.
At the same time, Bailey is searching for London at what used to be the Boston Tipton hotel, now the headquarters for Valetta Fashion Corps.
"Excuse me, is Miss London Tipton here?" says Bailey to the woman working behind the front desk.
"I don't know anyone by that name." says the woman.
"Okay. Sorry." says Bailey as she walk out to her car.
She climb in and drive home.
"I need to ask for help. On my own, I can't find London. Hasn't even a tiny idea where to search." says Bailey.
2 hours later.
"There, now you're most likely very preggo. Stay in here until I need you." says Henry as he lock London in a bathroom.
"Please, let me go!" screams London.