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
Cole had been lounging around Guller Mansion all day, and Helma had kept Old Madam Guller company in the living room until lunchtime.Once they finished eating, Old Madam Guller excused herself for a nap.Now it was just Helma and Cole, and the silence was kind of awkward.Helma glanced at the maid.
Helma let out a sigh, "Look, whether you tell Mom and Dad or not, I've got to meet this mystery guy before we go any further."The last thing she wanted was for her little sister to fall for the wrong person.After a brief silence, Ximena's shy voice floated from the phone. "Hey, you've met him befo
Cole and Helma made their way to the car waiting at the curb."Let me drive you home," he offered."No thanks, I've got my own ride," Helma said, shaking her head.Her heart was pounding in her chest, a clear sign that she needed to keep her distance from him right now.Cole did not push the issue.
Days flew by, and before Helma knew it, four had zipped past.Life for Helma was pretty straightforward these days: clock in at Westwood Joint Department when the sun was up, and when it dipped down, she'd be back at King Residence, kicking back and occasionally calming her BFF's pre-engagement jitt
Helma spun on her heel, ready to walk away, but Owen caught her wrist with a firm grip. She faced him again and was met with a gravity in Owen's eyes she had never seen before."I get it, you don't trust me. With my track record, I can't blame you." Dipping his hand into his pocket, Owen fished out