When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian)

Chapter 241 Unless He Shows Up

"Helena just called. It might have been a misdial, but I heard someone trying to force her to drink Whit, call her and ask where she is," Matthew said urgently. unable to call back as the traffic light turned green. Whitney pulled out her phone. "Okay, I'll call her. Don't worry."

When she unlocked her screen, she noticed unread messages in the group chat between ber, Helena, and Wette.

Ten minutes ago, Helena had sent a message. "Sos!"

She had even attached a location.noveldrama

Five minutes ago, Yvette had already replied, "Omy way, Hang light!"

Whitney hadn't noticed the notifications earlier because her phone had been on silent. She opened the location it was a restaurant and sent the address to Matthew, who immediately navigated these

Thankfully, they were only about ten minutes away. When they arrived, Matthew shed inside first, with Whitney following closely behind

The restaurant had a sophisticated ambiance, designed in a traditional courtyard style, with semi-open private dining rooms "There," Matthew said sharply, pointing across the room.

Whitney followed his gaze and saw two middle-aged men in black suits holding wine glasses, pressuring Helena to drink Helena's cheeks were flushed. Though she was able to sit upright, it was clear she already had quite a bit to drink. Whitney thought quickly and turned to Matthew. "Wait here for Yvette. I'll go check it out."

"No, I'll go." Matthew said, already moving toward them.

Whitney grabbed his arm, stopping him. "If you go, you'll only start a fight. Those two are likely Helena's clients. You can't just beat them up. Stay here and wait for Yvette, okay?

She gave him a fimi look, leaving no room for argument, before walking briskdy toward Helena

As she got closer, one of the middle-aged men with a receding hairline raised his glass to Helena's lips, and she overheard him say, "Ms. Howard, I ordered this wine just for you. It has a low alcohol percentage. If you can finish this glass, we'll sign the contract. What do you think?"

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Jackson, I really can't drink anymore," Helena replied. "But I sincerely want to work with your company. How about this? I'll owe you this glass and treat you to dinner another day-there glasses on me

Though she was visibly drunk, her mind remained sharp. She low better than to fall for the same excuse about t used repeatedly

the contract that this man-Charles Jackson-had

Charles exchanged a glance with the other middle-aged man, who then placed a contract on the table. "Ms. Howard, Mr. Jackson always keeps his word. Look, we even brought the contract with us." Helena reached out to take it, but the man quickly slid it aside. "As long as you finish Mr. Jackson's wine, the contract is yours.

Helena glanced at Charles, who was staring at her like a predator. She immediately suspected that there was something wrong with the drink

The contract with Wastreach Group had been under negotiation at Helena's law firm for a long time, and they were down to the final step. Helena didn't want to give up

"Ms. Howard, there you are. Mr. Howard of Seabourke Architectural Institute past called to schedule an impromptu meeting. He asked for you specifically," Whitney said with a subtle wink as she walked up to her.

Regardless of who the other party was, if even the chief designer of Seabourke Architectural Institute was looking for Helena, they surely wouldn't get in the way. Helena imanediately y caught on and stood up. "Apologies, Mr. Jackson. I have to leave. Mr. Howard is requesting for me. Shall we continue discussing the contract

Though the deal was so close to being finalized, she wasn't about to compromise herself. The excuse also gave the other party a way out.

"Even if it's Mr. Howard, there should be some sense of order, shouldn't there? After all, I arranged this meeting with you first, Ms. Howard," Charles said, showing no intentionof letting them leave.

The formed his gaze to Whatury, his eyes lighting up. "Are you also from Ms. Howard's law fin

firm, young lady? I don't recall seeing you there before."

He cracked out, attempting to tour the back of her hand,

'new and curently assisting Mt. Howard, Whitney replied, stepping back

"Mr. Jackson, Mr. Howard did request for Ms. Howard's presence at the meeting. I hope you can understand."

With the, Whitney grabbed Heleria's amu Humped to Trave

Charles immediately stood up, blocking their way. His breatheeked of alcolul as he said, "Don't try to use Mr. Howard to pressure me. Unless Mr. Howard himself comes here, neither of you are going anywhere.' At that moment, a server harted over with his head lowered, saying, "Excuse me. The soup is here."

for some reason, he stumbled, and halt a bowl of soup spilled note Charles' pants,

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