Helma hated Neve’s hypocrisy from the first time she met her. The corner of her lips twitched. "There is no one here, so just say what you want to say."The smile on Neve’s face faded. She tilted her head. "You know what I'm going to say. Since you’re already divorced, please stay away from Cole in
Helma tried to suppress the nausea in her stomach. She saw Cole take a step back, so she taunted him. "Mr. Guller, you'd better stay away from me. I'm allergic to scumbags."Helma's face turned pale as the nausea hit her again.Cole glared at Helma. He thought, ‘What do you mean allergic to scumbags
Helma and Neil had just left when they heard a voice from behind."Kitten, wait for me~"Neil turned around and rushed towards the voice, shielding Helma with one arm and clenching his other fist. "Hey, hey, hey! Will you address her properly?"Owen spread his hands with a nonchalant expression. "I
After Helma finished recording the tutorial, she decided to do a makeup removal tutorial as well.These were actual mandatory skills for her as a mortician.A normal burial would only require regular makeup. However, under some special circumstances, restoration techniques were needed when the body
Wanda was sitting in the middle of the sofa, with four beautiful men on each side, all looking at her.There were a variety of men. Young and eager to please, mature and experienced, but all beautiful-looking male escorts.Helma turned to leave, but Wanda stopped her, phone in hand."Hey, I dare you
Helma was just casually patting Little Puppy on the shoulder. However, she decided to provoke Cole again when she saw him. She wrapped her arms around the young escort's waist without hesitation."What else could we be doing here?"Cole stared at that lingering arm. His voice was like sharp icicles.
Little Puppy obediently picked up a drunk Wanda who was already asleep, and followed Helma out of the club.It was already late at night. None of them had driven. At this point, there was not a chance they would get a taxi.Helma was panicking when a black Hummer stopped in front of them.Owen ha
Helma climbed up the rope ladder to her bedroom. She rolled up the ladder and stuffed it under her bed.She washed up and already sleepy, laid on the bed.The phone rang a few times. She glanced at the unfamiliar caller ID, immediately turned off the phone, and went to bed.The next day.Helma had b