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.

black suits holding wine glasses, pressuring Helena to drink Helena’s cheeks were

thought quickly and turned to Matthew. “Wait here for Yvette. I’ll go check

I’ll go.” Matthew said, already moving toward

two are likely Helena’s clients. You can’t just beat them up. Stay

no room for argument,

she got 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 wine just for you. It has a low alcohol percentage. If you can finish this glass, we’ll

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anymore,” Helena replied. “But I sincerely want to work with your company. How about this? I’ll owe you this

her mind remained sharp. She low better than to fall for the same excuse about t used

that this man–Charles Jackson–had

placed a contract on the table. “Ms. Howard, Mr. Jackson always keeps his

it aside. “As long as you finish Mr. Jackson’s wine, the contract is

glanced at Charles, who was staring at her like a predator. She immediately suspected that there was something wrong

firm for a long time, and they were down to the final step. Helena didn’t

Mr. Howard of Seabourke Architectural Institute past called to schedule an impromptu meeting. He asked for you specifically,” Whitney said with a subtle wink as she walked

Helena, they surely wouldn’t get in the way. Helena

finalized, she wasn’t about to

Howard, there should be some sense of order, shouldn’t there? After all, I arranged this meeting with

eyes lighting up. “Are you also

recall seeing you