The trio was mid-conversation when Uriele, looking all serious, lifted the gadget in his hand as if taking an oath.A sound at the door snagged the attention of the three inside.Helma and Manuele Uriele turned to look in unison.A man in a gray suit, probably in his thirties and sporting gold-rimme
Helma knew the Colonial Courtyard like the back of her hand—it was her purchase, after all.After a forty-minute cruise, she pulled up in an old neighborhood smack dab in the middle of Greenville.The place was dotted with quaint city spots, but it was off-season for tourists, so the streets were pr
"Don't worry, she's just going to watch!"Helma bounced over with enthusiasm.In a corner of the yard lay a heap of raw timber.William dragged over the cutting and sanding gear, hoisted a log into the yard with a grunt, and got to work.Helma was itching to help, but William waved her off. "It's no
Richard's temper flared at Owen's nonchalant attitude. He leaped over the couch and jabbed his finger right in Owen's face."I don't care what kind of tall tales you're spinning, but you marrying Helma is out of the question!""What's got everyone so riled up about Helma?" Owen's expression darkened
He rolled down his window and sparked up a cigarette.Night descended, and the streets bustled with people, each rushing to their own homes.Owen reclined in his seat, idly watching the sea of lights twinkling in the distance.How perfect it would be if one of those lights shone on a future with Hel
Lately, Helma had been swamped with the Wilson collaboration, and then there was Neil's engagement to deal with.Since she got back from Pacific City, she had only managed to see Old Madam Guller twice.The voice on the phone switched, and Old Madam Guller's voice came through. "Hemmy, is that my He
In Helma's cozy workshop at King Residence, Alan was all business, fine-tuning every piece of equipment.Helma rested her chin in her hand, sitting at the livestream desk.She had everything set up for the stream well in advance, but Alan was taking extra care today.Helma's gaze flickered briefly.
Helma cast a glance toward the door, catching sight of Jade on the couch, still poring over a list.She set her chopsticks aside and leaned in, her voice a hushed tone, "Bro, don't sweat it. That creep's only after the book. As long as he hasn't cracked our fortress at King Residence, I doubt he'll