Chapter 481
Chapter 481:
“Yes. Right. Come with me,” Donn muttered, finally snapping out of the trance.
He turned on his heel and led the way, trying to gather what was left of his professional dignity.
Inside the office, the conversation returned to familiar ground. They focused on the document in front of them, and little by little, Donn got a handle on himself again.
But once his thoughts cleared, a fresh unease crept in. The fact that he had reacted at all to Helena’s appearance made his stomach twist.
To shake the unease off, he reached for the sharpest weapon he had: his voice. “Ms. Ellis, this is a news station, not a fashion runway. What exactly are you aiming for with that outfit? Keep in mind, you’re a married woman. Try to carry yourself accordingly p>
Helena tilted her head slightly and arched an eyebrow. “Being married once doesn’t mean I’ll stay that way forever,” she said, her tone laced with something unreadable. “What if my husband’s no longer around p>
“Come again?” Donn’s brow furrowed in confusion.
Donn furrowed his brow as he tried to follow her meaning. Without offering clarity, Helena tossed her hair over one shoulder, turned on her heel, and left the office without another word.
She made her way through the hallway and slipped back into the lively main office, the weight of unseen eyes slowly lifting with every step.
Her remark about her husband hadn’t been for Donn’s benefit. It had been aimed at an entirely different audience—one lurking behind the scenes.
Between yesterday’s spectacle and today’s deliberate unveiling, Helena felt certain the people watching her were about to make their move.
Her instincts proved correct. Just as she exited the TV station at the end of her shift, a gleaming Maybach glided to a stop in front of her like clockwork.
Without delay, the window lowered smoothly, revealing a composed chauffeur who gave her a respectful nod. “Ms. Ellis, my employer would like a word with you. Would you be so kind as to join me p>
“Your employer, huh? And who exactly would that be?” Helena played the part of the clueless civilian, though she already had a strong guess. As she suspected, a polite smile tugged at the man’s mouth as he answered, “His name is Zayden Hughes p>
The moment Helena heard the name Zayden, her jaw tightened ever so slightly, her teeth clenching in silent contempt.
𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗏𝗂𝖺 g𝖺𝗅﹒𝗇𝗈﹒ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈﹒𝗆
But before Michael, Zayden’s secretary, she played dumb with theatrical flair, widening her eyes and blinking like a clueless doll. “Zayden Hughes? Never heard of him,” she said airily.
She huffed, rolled her eyes, and spun on her heel as if the conversation bored her to death.
“Ms. Ellis,” Michael called after her, stepping out of the sleek car with a polite firmness. “Please extend our boss the courtesy of a meeting p>
Two bodyguards flanked Helena without a word. Before she could back away, they were already guiding her toward the car.