The Divorcee Amazed the World

“Okay, what tools and materials do you need? Write it down, and we’ll go prepare.”

Helena picked up a pen and wrote down the materials on a piece of paper, handing it to them.

The thin tall man took it and said, “We’ll go prepare. Rest well.”

Helena nodded.

As the two men left, there was a “click,” and the door was locked from the outside.

Helena looked around.

The room had a bathroom, a bed, a table, chairs, and food. It was evidently prepared in advance.

Outside the window, not far away, were continuous mountains, desolate and unfamiliar. Faint lights could be seen, indicating that it was far from the city.

Her stomach growled loudly, and Helena picked up a pack of instant noodles, ate a few bites, drank some water, and then went to lie on the bed after freshening up.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, yet she couldn’t sleep.

She was missing. Would Willis be worried? Probably not.

In his eyes, there was only Susan. He might still be at the hospital with her.

Thinking of Susan attempting suicide, the image of him rushing to the hospital in a panic filled Helena’s mind, making her feel as if her heart was filled with stones, causing a painful ache.

She tossed and turned until the late hours of the night, unable to find sleep.

She got up and went to the bathroom, suddenly hearing faint movements outside.

Putting her ear to the door crack, she heard the tall man say, “Baldy, what are you doing?”

Baldy lowered his voice and said, “Can’t sleep, just checking if that girl is behaving. You think she, a little girl, can really fix our painting? We can’t afford to ruin something worth tens of millions or even more. The boss will blame us.”

“The boss sent someone to inquire. Her grandfather is the ‘Restoration Master’ Ken Parvis. He has personally taught her since she was a child. Rumor has it that most of the paintings he restored later on were done by this girl.”

“That’s reassuring then.” Baldy smirked, “She’s such a pretty little thing. Bro, don’t you have any thoughts? She’s so good-looking, fair, and tender, with big watery eyes. It makes me itch all over.”

The tall man scolded, “Put away your dirty thoughts; fixing the painting is more important. After the painting is sold, with the money, you can have as many women as you want.”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Women paid for are a dime a dozen, can they compare to her? After she finishes fixing the painting, can I make a move then? She’s too damn good-looking, white and tender, big watery eyes, it makes me itch all over.”

The thin tall man fell silent for a moment and said, “Fine. But don’t touch her until the painting is fixed.”

“I got it.”

Helena felt nauseated.

Listening to the two men moving away, she pulled the door handle hard, but the door was locked and couldn’t be opened, and there were no tools within reach to pick the lock.

She went to the window and looked down. They were on the third floor, and there was also a large wolf dog in the yard. If she ran, the dog would bark.

She could only hope for external help.

On the way here, when the tall man asked her to call her mother, she reminded her mother to take her diabetes medication on time. It was a signal to her that she was in danger, as her mother didn’t have diabetes.

Would her mother be able to figure it out?

The next day, Helena started cleaning the painting and began the restoration process.

Busy for three days, as the day to finish the painting approached, she became increasingly nervous.

Even at night, she couldn’t sleep well, several times hearing Baldy’s footsteps outside her door in the late hours.

One night, just as she was starting to feel drowsy, she heard barking outside, accompanied by hurried footsteps.

Helena got up suddenly, starting to put on her clothes.

The door creaked open, and the tall man rushed in, grabbing her wrist and pulling her out. Baldy went to collect the painting.

As they reached the doorway, a group of people rushed up the stairs.

The man in black at the front was Willis, tall and handsome, with deep-set eyes. Behind him were a group of well-equipped police officers.

The joy in Helena’s heart surged like a tsunami. She could hardly believe her eyes, staring at the man as she trembled, “Is it really you, Willis?”

“It’s me.” Willis stepped forward quickly, and the thin tall man, holding Helena, moved towards the window. Baldy went to retrieve the painting.

Helena hadn’t fully processed what was happening when suddenly a knife was pressed against her neck.

The tall man held the knife, shouting at the police, “Put your guns down! Back off! Otherwise, I’ll kill her!”

The blade cut into her flesh, and Helena winced in pain.

Willis clenched his fists instantly, his eyes turning red as he stared at her, suppressing his anger, “Put the guns down! Everyone, get out!”

The police exchanged glances with him and reluctantly bent down to place their guns on the floor, then retreated.

Baldy kicked his gun to the corner.

The tall man pushed Helena to the windowsill, “Jump!”

Helena, hands gripping the window frame, dared not jump. This was the third floor; jumping would either kill her or leave her severely injured!

“Jump! You won’t die!” The tall man lost his patience, grabbing her arm and preparing to jump.

In the blink of an eye, a gunshot echoed, followed by a scream that reverberated through the night!