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.

holding wine glasses, pressuring Helena to drink Helena’s cheeks were flushed. Though she was able to sit upright, it was clear she already had quite a bit

here for Yvette. I’ll go

go.” Matthew said, already

a fight. Those two are likely Helena’s clients. You can’t just beat them

him a fimi look, leaving no room for argument, before walking

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

”

How about this? I’ll owe you this glass and treat you to dinner another day–there glasses on

better than

this man–Charles Jackson–had

on the table. “Ms. Howard, Mr. Jackson always keeps his word. Look, we even brought the contract with us.”

it aside. “As long as you finish Mr. Jackson’s

predator. She immediately suspected that there was something wrong

a long time, and they were down to the final

Seabourke Architectural Institute past called to schedule an impromptu meeting. He

the way. Helena imanediately y caught on and stood up. “Apologies, Mr. Jackson. I have to leave. Mr. Howard is

wasn’t about to compromise herself. The excuse

of order, shouldn’t there? After all, I arranged this meeting with you first, Ms. Howard,” Charles said,

his gaze to Whatury, his eyes lighting up. “Are you also from

lady? I don’t recall seeing you