Chapter 141
Chapter 141:
During the interview, Helena discovered that the project had come to a halt, not because of mismanagement, but because the financial reserves of the Wilson Group had unexpectedly evaporated.
“They ran out of funds and bailed, abandoning the project halfway as if it never mattered. Now that it’s stalled, we won’t even get paid a penny! I’ve come to know that the one steering this ship is an heir of the Wilson family. He just dropped everything and vanished, leaving all of us to weather this storm. How can we stay silent? Of course, we’re out here making our voices heard p>
The anguish was palpable in the workers’ leader’s voice, his frustration mounting with each vehement statement.
Helena listened intently, her expression one of understanding mixed with a trace of concern. Deep down, she suspected that the real reason behind the financial debacle was likely tied to Rylan, with Alden being nothing more than a scapegoat.
Yet revealing such sensitive internal strife within the Wilson family in a public news piece was out of the question. The repercussions for Alden would be severe if she were to expose the truth.
With a troubled frown and a nervous bite of her lip, Helena wrestled with her options. Despite the moral dilemma, her commitment to journalistic integrity remained firm. She resolved to report the situation as she had witnessed it—unfiltered and true to the chaos of the scene.
After sending out her news brief, she leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes for a moment of quiet remorse, mentally extending an apology to Alden for the storm that might follow.
For this on-site assignment, Helena had taken the reins, conducting interviews and crafting the news brief with meticulous care, while delegating the visual storytelling to Dario.
Dario, usually rigid and uneasy in front of the camera, eased up with Helena’s steady support.
Just as he took a deep breath and stepped in front of the camera, Helena held up a hand with a quick smile. “Hold on a second p>
Dario stopped mid-step, blinking at her in confusion.
Without saying a word, Helena stepped closer, her fingers deftly straightening the crooked lapel mic on his jacket. She gave it a light pat once it was secure.
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“You’ve got this, okay? Just be yourself.” Meeting his eyes, she gave a small, supportive nod.
At the office building nestled within the development area, a tense silence lingered in the air. Alden stood by a glass window, his gaze sweeping over the expanse below. The rumblings of public discontent and the workers’ protests echoed in his mind—anticipated, yet unsettling.
Xavier approached, his report in hand, meticulously outlining the current upheaval.
Alden responded with a frosty, subdued chuckle. “Chadwick really has no patience. He’s escalated things this quickly, eager to test my financial resilience and ready to drag the Wilson Group down with his own interests p>
In Chadwick’s strategic view, it was a deliberate gambit—accepting significant damages to undermine Alden. Yet, unbeknownst to him, Alden already had a contingency plan in place, ready to counter any moves made against him.
The legacy left by his mother was modest, less than Chadwick had anticipated. Furthermore, his maternal relatives, the Hughes family, had been of little support. Yet, Chadwick had made a critical error in underestimating Alden himself.
Alden had painstakingly built his empire overseas with the modest inheritance his mother had left him, collaborating with Dorian to launch Star Wish Investments. With its newfound financial strength, the company was now ready to support any dream Alden set his sights on.
Alden maintained a composed, almost aloof demeanor—until his eyes landed on Helena among the crowd below. At that moment, a subtle smile tugged at his lips, his eyes alight with a spark of warmth.
Seizing the opportunity, he concocted a swift excuse to descend the stairs, his heart set on surprising Helena. As he approached, he overheard Dario’s inquiry.
“Helena, did I do a good job just now? I hope I didn’t make a fool of myself as your partner.” Dario had just wrapped up his segment. The moment the camera panned away, he let out a shaky breath and quickly dabbed at the nervous sweat beading on his forehead, his voice tinged with a mix of relief and eagerness.
Helena regarded him with a fond, reminiscent smile, seeing a reflection of her younger self in his anxious eyes. She gave him an encouraging smile and reassured him, “You were outstanding, Dario. I have to admit, I was never that good at your age.” Her voice carried a nurturing tone, the kind a mentor uses when guiding someone with genuine potential.
While speaking, she reached into her pocket and gently offered him a tissue.
Unseen by them, Alden watched this tender exchange from a distance. Dario, spotting him out of the corner of his eye, subtly positioned himself to shield Helena from Alden’s prying gaze. What had seemed like a casual conversation now felt charged with an undercurrent of intimacy.
Alden halted abruptly, his jaw clenching slightly as his lips drew into a firm, unreadable line. “Helena, isn’t that Mr. Wilson over there p>
Noticing Alden’s evident irritation, Dario stepped aside, revealing the scene to Helena.
With a feigned look of confusion, he continued, “Wait… isn’t Mr. Wilson supposed to have hearing issues? How’s he walking around down here without his hearing aid p>
Helena turned to see Alden standing nearby, his ears conspicuously absent of any device.
Her eyes widened for a brief moment, confusion knitting her brows into a frown.
What on earth was happening?
Her gaze, filled with unspoken questions, locked with Alden’s, but before she could voice her concerns, the cameraman interrupted, “Ms. Ellis, stand by p>
Caught in the whirlwind of her professional duties, Helena reluctantly shifted her focus back to the task at hand.