Helen growled threateningly, “Keep your hands to yourself, Mr. Zeller, or you’ll get more than what you bargained for.”
“Really? Do you even know who my friends are? Hehe… You’d die from a heart attack if I told you, but I digress.”
Will smiled darkly, licking his lips as he cornered Helen. “Spend the night with me, Ms. Lane, and I swear by my honor that you can have the photo and all the files I made copies of… Or by tomorrow, everything in that photo would show up on the desk of your rivaling company’s CEO. So what’s it gonna be?”
Helen closed her eyes despite his threat, silent for a moment before saying, “So I can take this as a threat, right?”
“That’s right.” Will kept smiling, utterly gleeful as he was convinced he already had Helen.
He was even beginning to imagine what goodies lay beneath her suit, and the fire in his loins flared.
There was no stopping it, just as he had no reason to stop himself.
He started to reach his hand toward Helen, ready to go for it-
Fwip.
Shunk!
That was when a fork shot toward Will, stabbing into the back of his palm with pinpoint precision.
Will screamed even as the fork stabbed through his hand, and he was grasping his wrist as he sweated all over his brow. Every guest turned toward him right then, and various attendants hurried to him, stunned when they saw the fork in his hand.
Some quickly performed first aid, while others called an ambulance.
On the other hand, Helen seized the moment to return to the table.
“Helen? What happened there?” Cindy asked, oblivious to what had happened.
Helen was not bothered to answer and started to tug on Frank, ready to leave.
She had immediately spotted the missing fork on his side of the table new that Frank was the
and
bailed her out. Content one s
And if Will returned, he would definitely have a bone to pick with Frank.
Helen certainly would like to avoid further trouble, and she therefore wanted to leave with Frank right away.
However, Frank showed no inclination to leave at all, even sighing and shaking his head at Helen.
Then, he strode toward the washroom.
“What the hell happened, Helen?!” Cindy exclaimed, finally seeing that something was wrong.
Helen sighed and caved under pressure, saying, “Mr. Zeller had an accident in the men’s room. I have no idea what it is, since it’s the men’s room.”
“Well, is he alright?!”
Cindy sprang to her feet, ready to charge toward the men’s room, but Helen shoved her back to her seat “It’s the men’s room. Are you sure you should be charging inside? Don’t worry-Frank has already gone to take a look.”
Helen was smiling but inwardly exasperated-if anything, Frank being there only made things more worrying.
