When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 241 Unless He Shows Up

“Helena just called. It might have been a misdial, but I heard someone trying to force her to drink Whit, call her and ask where she is,” Matthew said urgently. unable to call back as the traffic light turned green.

Whitney pulled out her phone. “Okay, I’ll call her. Don’t worry.”

When she unlocked her screen, she noticed unread messages in the group chat between ber, Helena, and Wette.

Ten minutes ago, Helena had sent a message. “Sos!”

She had even attached a location.

Five minutes ago, Yvette had already replied, “Omy way, Hang light!”

To

Whitney hadn’t noticed the notifications earlier because her phone had been on silent. She opened the location it was a restaurant and sent the address to Matthew, who immediately navigated these

Thankfully, they were only about ten minutes away. When they arrived, Matthew shed inside first, with Whitney following closely behind

The restaurant had a sophisticated ambiance, designed in a traditional courtyard style, with semi–open private dining rooms “There,” Matthew said sharply, pointing across the room.

Helena to drink Helena’s cheeks were flushed. Though she was able to sit upright, it was clear she already

to Matthew. “Wait here for Yvette. I’ll go check it

Matthew said, already moving toward them.

arm, stopping him. “If you go, you’ll only start a fight. Those two are likely Helena’s clients. You can’t just beat them

fimi look, leaving no room for argument, before walking briskdy toward

closer, one of the middle–aged men with a receding hairline raised his glass to Helena’s lips, and she overheard him say, “Ms. Howard, I ordered this

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your company. How about this? I’ll owe you

drunk, her mind remained sharp. She low better than to fall for the

that this man–Charles Jackson–had

other middle–aged man, who then placed a contract on the table. “Ms. Howard, Mr. Jackson always keeps his word. Look, we even brought

it, but the man quickly slid it aside. “As long as you finish

predator. She immediately suspected that there was something wrong with the

Wastreach Group had been under negotiation at Helena’s law firm for a long time, and they were down to the final step. Helena didn’t

Howard, there you are. Mr. Howard of Seabourke Architectural Institute past called to schedule an impromptu meeting. He

Helena imanediately y caught on and stood up. “Apologies, Mr. Jackson. I have

finalized, she wasn’t about to compromise herself. The excuse also gave

Mr. Howard, there should be some sense of order, shouldn’t there? After all, I

lighting up. “Are you

I don’t recall seeing you