Chapter 162
Chapter 162:
Frida had once shared with Helena that Alden had been quite the pianist in his youth, displaying remarkable talent. Had his hearing remained intact, Alden might now have been like that CEO, poised elegantly at the piano, channeling his emotions through the music.
Lost in her thoughts, Helena failed to notice someone stealthily approaching and stealing from her bag.
As the musical performance concluded, the man rose gradually. He stood, his towering presence momentarily eclipsing the sunlight that filtered through the window, enveloping the room in a subdued intensity.
Feeling a slight pressure, Helena instinctively retreated. She was on the verge of praising his musical prowess when he unexpectedly asked, “Ms. Ellis, are you married?” Her heart skipped a beat.
Could he possibly harbor feelings for her?
Flustered, Helena replied, “I—I’m married! My husband and I share a strong bond! Moreover, we hold traditional values—we would never consider betraying our vows p>
Alden should have felt reassured by her words. Yet, guilt was all he felt at that moment.
A covertly placed bug had revealed to Alden the perilous nature of Helena’s predicament. Reluctantly, he realized he must alter his plan once more. Revealing his hidden identity was not an option. He had to continue letting her down.
“I apologize. The redevelopment project is too significant for me to abandon p>
“But—” Helena attempted to argue, but Alden interjected.
“Ms. Ellis, you’ve said this project is crucial to someone dear to you. Should that be true, he ought to be the one persistently meeting with me, not you. His absence suggests he has hidden motives p>
Alden deliberately said this to alleviate any concerns Helena might hold for him. However, to Helena, these words merely seemed like another evasion by the mysterious CEO.
Recognizing the resolve in his voice, she knew further discussion was futile. Disheartened, she left.
Helena had barely stepped out when Alden violently removed his mask.
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Xavier stepped in with urgency and kept his tone formal as he said, “Mr. Wilson, we found a listening device. It had been made to look like a lipstick, from the same brand Mrs. Wilson always uses. Whoever planted it tucked it away inside the inner pocket of her handbag p>
Alden’s fingers tightened around the bug as he seized it, his jaw set firmly. The bug’s tiny red light flickered, signaling its operation.
With a voice that rumbled like distant thunder, he glared at the device and said, “I don’t know who you are, but whatever game you’re playing ends now p>
His words turned colder, his tone venomous as he blurted out, “Touch Helena, and you’ll regret it p>
In a fit of rage, he threw the device onto the floor. The bug, designed to look like a lipstick, broke apart upon impact.
Helena headed straight for home after exiting the restaurant. Her heart had been full of hope when she entered the meeting, yet she returned without securing the project.
The moment she saw Alden at home, her disappointment resurfaced. Though he had been her steadfast support since their marriage, she felt powerless to assist him now.
“You seem unsettled. Did you run into someone you were hoping not to cross paths with p>
Alden watched her closely, his tone careful. What he truly wanted to know was whether she had spoken to Rylan. But Helena missed the point entirely and responded with a puzzled blink.
After a brief pause, she responded truthfully, “Yes, I met with someone today. I don’t think you’d be pleased p>
“Who?” Alden blurted out, the question leaving his mouth quicker than he meant it to.
Helena’s discomfort intensified, her voice lowering as she said, “It was the elusive CEO from Star Wish Investments p>