Chapter 425
Chapter 425:
“Helena, how dare you try to drag Terry’s name through the mud like this p>
Donn smacked the draft onto the desk in frustration, his voice cold and sharp.
Helena didn’t flinch. She stayed composed, pulled out her phone, and opened a video. She set it down in front of him. “If you think I’m making this up, feel free to see for yourself, Mr. Jones p>
Donn narrowed his eyes at her, pausing with clear doubt on his face. Helena flashed a chilly, sarcastic smile. “Mr. Jones, you’re pointing fingers without even bothering to check the facts. That’s not how real journalism works. I’ve handed you the proof on a silver platter, and you’re still turning a blind eye—tell me, do you honestly believe you’re fit to be a journalist p>
She wasn’t mincing words—she was calling him out, no holds barred. Donn clenched his jaw but eventually reached out and tapped the screen.
The video came from the winery’s security system. It clearly showed Terry trying to take advantage of Helena.
In the clip, Terry’s actions were disgusting, and the things he said were downright filthy.
The longer Donn watched the footage, the deeper the scowl etched into his face.
Once the clip ended, he looked uncomfortable, almost sheepish, but he still tried to sound firm. “Helena, you’re a woman—how can you be okay with sharing something like this p>
“Excuse me? What did you just say?” Helena was floored.
Over the past few days, she had already figured Donn out—he was all show, with a mean streak just under the surface. But right then, she realized she’d still given him too much credit. A journalist, of all people, actually said something that backward—what a joke!
Donn went stiff, suddenly realizing how out of line his comment had been.
Helena’s scornful glare hit him hard. He gave a dry, nervous cough and tried to smooth things over. “Helena, I’m only saying this as your boss. I’ve got your best interests at heart. If this clip makes the rounds, people will start talking. And let’s not forget—you’re a married woman. How do you think your husband would react if he saw it p>
Helena had no patience left for his nonsense.
She offered a cold, almost amused smile and said sharply, “What I do in my personal life is none of your concern. If you want the video to stay buried, give me back my anchor position p>
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“Are you blackmailing me p>
Donn’s expression darkened, his face clouding over.
But Helena didn’t flinch. She batted her eyes, as if something had just popped into her head, and said brightly, “Oh, that reminds me!” Donn was thrown off balance.
“I left out your connection with Terry in the piece—maybe I should throw that in? It’d definitely spice things up, don’t you think?” Helena took her time with each word, her voice calm but cutting. Her eyes sparkled with a quiet power that dared Donn to challenge her.
“You p>
Donn was seething, barely able to get a word out. But he bit his tongue, too afraid to push further.