Chapter 620 Helena's Suspicion
Day Seventy...
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Vincent had been in a bad mood ever since Phoenix's mission had failed. Their objective had been to secure Jane and bring her to the facility, but they hadn't anticipated Nathan's sudden appearance at the most crucial moment. Frustration gnawed at Vincent as he sipped his whisky in his study room. Since his thoughts were consumed by other matters, he failed to notice the message that appeared on his phone screen-a message from Jane, asking him to meet.
Meanwhile, Helena had observed the shifts in Vincent's behavior in recent times. He seemed more distant than usual, at times even avoiding her. She couldn't help but wonder if this change was somehow linked to Phantomflake's reappearance and her unsettling presence. The uncertainty of the situation weighed heavily on her, fueling her jealousy, rage, and hatred toward Jane.
"Why are you sulking here, Babe?" Helena's voice carried a playful and coaxing tone as she sat on his lap, her arms encircling his neck as she turned to face him. "I'm feeling quite bored. Let's go out and have some fun!"
Vincent carefully set aside his glass of whiskey, his eyes fixing upon Helena with a faint, forced smile. He made a conscious effort to conceal the lingering remnants of his sour mood, not wanting to burden her with his frustrations.
"Where would you like to go?" Vincent inquired, as he often did, always ready to indulge her desires and eager to comply with her wishes in order to keep her entertained and satisfied.
Besides, he felt a sense of relief that Helena hadn't pressed him about finding Phantomflake. Just a few days prior, she had insisted that he locate and eliminate Phantomflake for her, making it a rather tense and pressing matter.
But unknown to Vincent, Helena had already devised a meticulously crafted plan for eliminating Phantomflake. She had sought Veronica's cooperation to secure the necessary weapon and was now preparing to put it to the test, with Abigail as her first target.
"Let's go shopping and have a lunch date!" Helena suggested. Then she gave him a peck on his lips.
"Alright, my darling, your wish is my command," Vincent replied with a playful twinkle in his eye. He gently lifted her off his lap and settled her onto the surface of his desk. Rising from his seat, he decided to change his clothes first, to get ready for their lunch date.
Before heading off to freshen up, he leaned in and planted a tender kiss on her lips, conveying his affectionate regard for her. Helena was satisfied because Vincent was back to his usual self- sweet, caring, and affectionate toward her.
"Make it quick, Babe. Don't keep me waiting too long, or I might just have to join you in the bathroom," Helena teased with a mischievous giggle, her playful demeanor infusing the moment with a sense of shared intimacy and light-heartedness.
"I would love that," Vincent replied back, flashing his cheeky grin.
Helena let out another soft giggle. "Let me think it over first.," she replied with a playful tone. "You should head out now before I change my mind. I might find myself unable to resist devouring you right here instead of going on our planned lunch date." Her words held a tantalizing allure, hinting at the fiery passion that often simmered between them.
Vincent chuckled warmly and playfully winked at Helena before quietly closing the door to his study. He made his way directly to his own room with the intention of taking a quick shower and changing into fresh attire.
Just as Vincent vanished from her sight, Helena's inquisitive eyes fell upon his phone, resting innocently on his desk. Her curiosity sparked to life, intensified by the memory of waking up alone in her bed the previous night. It had become evident that Vincent had been making secretive phone calls behind her back, a discovery that had left her pondering who exactly he had been in contact with during those secret conversations.
"Is he hiding something from me?" A growing unease settled within Helena as she contemplated Vincent's recent odd behavior. She couldn't help but notice the subtle shifts in his demeanor, and these changes had begun to raise suspicions within her.
Without a second thought, Helena impulsively reached for Vincent's phone, compelled by an insatiable need to unravel the mysteries that lay hidden in his call history. But to her surprise, he found an intriguing message.
"Miss J?" Helena frowned when she read the name registered on his phone. "Who is this woman?"
Filled with an insatiable curiosity, Helena proceeded to open Jane's message, her mind a whirlwind of questions and intrigue.
Fortunately, she knew Vincent's passcode and she could easily access and unlock his phone, sneaking into his private conversation.
[Vincent, where are you? Can we meet?]
A deep crease formed on her forehead as she read the simple message, but it didn't take long for a tide of rage and jealousy to surge within her heart. Helena knew instinctively that this message wasn't from one of Vincent's subordinates. No one dared to address him by his first name in such a manner.
"Vincent, are you cheating on me? Or is someone attempting to seduce you and capture your attention once more?" Helena's teeth clenched together, and her grip on the phone tightened as her words spilled forth, laced with a mix of anger and apprehension.
Helena felt a wave of confusion wash over her, for this was the sole message she could access. No message history at all. Suspicion crept in, leading her to believe that Vincent had deliberately erased his previous conversations with this mysterious woman.
"Let me see who is this woman, trying to steal my man." An evil smile flashed on her charming face. Her fingers moved, typing a message for Jane.
[I'm busy right now. Let's meet in the evening. 7:00 pm at Royal Crown Restaurant. I will make the reservation.]
Helena sent the message to Jane and deleted their conversation. She didn't want Vincent to know about this meet-up. She would catch this woman by herself. Her intention was to confront her privately. To ensure her own safety, she devised a plan to bring along a few bodyguards as a precautionary measure.
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