The Divorcee Amazed the World

It was Zena’s voice.

Helena hurriedly pushed Willis away, her eyes showing surprise.

However, Willis remained composed, his arm still around her slender waist, not letting go. He turned to look at Zena, lips gently smiling with elegance, “Good evening, Zena.”

Zena had just finished dancing in the square, covered in sweat.

She glanced at Willis, coldly saying, “Since you’re divorced, stop taking advantage of my daughter.”

Although her words were stern, in her heart, she thought: Why does Willis look so handsome?

Willis released Helena, but his hand still held hers.

Smiling gracefully, he said, “Zena, you’ve misunderstood. I am currently dating Helena.”

“Pfft!” Zena burst into laughter.

She wanted to say something but opened her mouth and didn’t speak.

Helena felt a bit embarrassed and told Willis, “You can go back.”

“Alright.” Although he said okay, Willis’s steps didn’t move. Since it was a rare meeting, he naturally didn’t want to leave.

Seeing the two reluctant to part ways, Zena stepped forward and grabbed Helena’s arm, “Let’s go home; there are too many mosquitoes outside.”

Helena’s hand was pulled out of Willis’s palm.

Midway through, her fingertips were caught by him, lightly pinching and leaving behind an infinite reluctance.

That pinch made Helena’s heart melt.

Back at home, Zena changed her shoes and collapsed onto the sofa.

Looking at Helena, she tutted a few times, “I knew it; it’s a pity you two got divorced. Seeing how sticky Willis is with you, why don’t you just remarry?”

Helena casually said, “Ryan introduced a woman named Jane to Willis, a beautiful woman, ruthless and cunning.”

Zena’s anger surged.

She almost exploded, “This damn guy, is he never going to stop?!”

Helena nodded, “He’s very stubborn, and his class consciousness is deeply ingrained.”

“Damn it!” Zena couldn’t help but curse, “Three years ago, when Willis couldn’t stand on his own, where was his class consciousness?”

Helena didn’t want to repeat this old topic.

She put her phone on the coffee table and said, “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Go ahead.”

While Helena went into the bathroom, Zena picked up her phone, entered her birthday, and unlocked it.

In the contact list, she found Ryan’s number, walked to the balcony, and made the call.

It rang three times.

Ryan answered, quite arrogantly asking, “What’s the matter?”

Zena took a deep breath and, using her diaphragm, loudly scolded, “You old thing! Why does my daughter fall short of your son? You just have to separate them! If you’re so good at separating, why don’t you ascend to the heavens? If you don’t like my daughter, I don’t like your stinky son either! Just wait, tomorrow I’ll have my daughter go on a blind date, find a man a hundred times better than your son! Make you regret! Make you cry! Shameless old thing!”

After shouting, Zena hung up.

Taking a long breath, she felt much better.

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Ryan angrily said, “Nuts!”

He threw the phone and looked at the glass bottle in his left hand.

He tried to force it open, but it remained motionless.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Maintaining this posture for too long was too painful.

But asking Helena for mercy was impossible.

Absolutely impossible in this lifetime!

After obtaining the passport, Helena, with prepared painting materials, along with her maid and bodyguards, boarded the plane to Treasure Island.

Three hours later.