Chapter 427
Chapter 427:
“Husband?” Donn scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. “After a stunt like that article, you still dare to bring up your husband p>
Stripped of his composure by Helena’s actions, he dropped all pretenses and glared with outright cruelty. He pressed his lips into a grim line, fixated on Helena, and unleashed a chilling, merciless laugh. “Tell me, Helena—if your husband finds out what Terry did to you, do you really think he’ll still want you p>
“You—” Helena’s voice caught as she stepped forward, desperate to silence him.
All she wanted was to protect Alden from this mess. But her urgency only stoked the fire of Donn’s spite. He leaned in with a venomous hiss. “Get that damned article pulled down this instant! Or I’ll show your husband just how pathetic you looked when Terry molested you p>
“Shut up! I—” Helena snapped, her voice trembling as she clenched her teeth, poised to fire back.
All of a sudden, an icy voice rang out from the phone, slicing through the tension like a blade. His tone clipped and commanding, Alden demanded, “Helena, did you run into Terry again p>
Even with Alden just on speaker, Donn’s shoulder gave a small, involuntary twitch. A phantom weight pressed on his chest—brief, but enough to knock the wind out of him.
But he quickly recovered, forcing his voice into something louder, more defiant. “Sir, your wife did run into her ex, Terry. That part’s true. But that’s not the problem p>
He dragged the words out with deliberate menace, flashing Helena a vicious smirk. “The real problem is what she did at his wedding. Your wife tried to seduce him—your precious Helena. She threw herself at Terry, hellbent on destroying his marriage before it even started. With a woman like that—well, you might want to keep both eyes open p>
“Are you Helena’s supervisor?” Alden interjected in a frostier tone this time, every syllable unmistakably commanding.
Donn answered before he could think better of it, “Yes p>
“And what exactly is your relationship to Terry p>
“I’m his uncle p>
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Only after the words left his mouth did Donn realize he’d been roped in. He prided himself on being a seasoned journalist—sharp, calculating, always in control. So how had this man backed him into a verbal corner so effortlessly?
His jaw tightened as he caught on, irritation bubbling to the surface. He opened his mouth to push back, but Alden beat him to it with a derisive laugh. “Oh, I see. So you’ve decided to weaponize your job just to avenge your little nephew—harassing my wife to settle a personal grudge p>
“Well p>
Donn barely got the word out before Alden’s voice came down like a hammer. “As for that bastard nephew of yours, he’s dirtier than dog shit, and I was at his wedding. My wife only lashed out after he humiliated her first. If he hadn’t crossed the line, she wouldn’t have given him the time of day p>
Another cold chuckle followed, this one laced with contempt. “My wife, seduce him? Don’t flatter yourselves. He’s not even in her league p>