Helma scoffed at the reporter's insinuations. "You've got quite the imagination, but smearing someone's name to grab headlines won't get you off the hook. Being a journalist doesn't give you a free pass."The back-and-forth between Helma and the reporter had not gone unnoticed. The surrounding crowd
Richard looked at Helma, then at his wife on the ground.His anger melted away, and he turned to Helma with a serious, grateful expression. "Thank you, Miss King!"Helma did not make a big deal out of it. She stood by, watching Madam Pearce's convulsions slow down and stop in two minutes, then quick
"It's nothing big." Helma stood her ground, starting to fill Mrs. Pearce in on the details.Mrs. Pearce's face went from shocked to doubtful, and then she broke into an easy smile. "No sweat. How could I ever repay you for saving my life with just this little bit of help? It's no big deal at all."H
Once Lorenzo was gone, Helma faced the three others left in the room."We're in this project together, and I promise, when it's showtime, no one's name will be left out. I want you all to focus and nail this last part, okay?" She bit her lip, trying to reassure everyone. "And just so we're clear, I'
The wrap-up party kicked off with an emcee laying out the night's agenda. Thanks to the powerhouse collaboration between King Group and the Guller Family, the folks in Westwood got a sweet deal—home makeovers from top to bottom, free of charge.Some residents even came back to find their old, ricket
Six o'clock PM, in her bedroom, Helma was perched in front of her computer, shooting the breeze with Andrew in the Emeraldshade elite chat.Her fingers flew across the keyboard, quickly linking up all the surveillance cams around King Residence and the research facility to her own system.She whippe
After what felt like an eternity of waiting and worrying, Helma and Jade finally got to see Ximena."What in the world is going on, Ximena?" Helma demanded an answer from the other side of the cold metal bars. She had to know what had happened to make someone think Ximena could commit murder.With a
"What's that supposed to mean?" Helma asked, her lips pressed into a thin line. She knew Ximena like the back of her hand—lying was not her thing. Whenever Ximena tried to fib, her eyes would dart all over the place. She just was not cut out for playing it cool.The detective met Helma's gaze. "Look
With everyone else keeping mum, Silver Obsidian cut to the chase, "We'll go with Helma's plan."For six months straight, Serena had practically lived in the lab. At first, Starlight Blossom did not seem to do much. Everyone was on edge, wondering if it would make any difference at all. Then, in the
During her month off, Helma took a break from the daily preschool runs and whisked her kids away on a travel spree.The trip was not without its scares—Serena had a severe bout of illness.Helma was prepared, yet the sudden severity of the attack caught her off guard.Without a second thought, she r
Under the questioning eyes of the crowd, Helma fired up her laptop and plugged in a USB stick.The video started playing on the massive screen.The timestamp in the corner showed it was from two nights ago.Usually, the lab was locked up tight after hours, and by eight or nine, the research center w
Hort watched her walk away, a storm of emotions on his face.Ever since she joined the research center, he had seen Wendy as this super-capable girl with a heart of gold.Whenever the team hit a wall with the experiments or the data just would not play nice, Wendy was the one who would spark up the
The poor thing's symptoms were straight out of a horror flick: muscles clenching like crazy, nerves on fire, bleeding inside, gasping for air, and foaming at the mouth. Some of them even had their hearts stop cold turkey.According to the timeline, the rat had been juiced up with three rounds of Sta
With the report out of the way, the experiment team kicked things into high gear to wrap up their project.The meticulously calculated data was in, and the verdict was clear: Starlight Blossom's effects were rock-solid stable. The only thing left for the lab mice was one final shot.The brain trust
"Come on, you think the boss is scatterbrained like you? Someone totally did this on purpose!" "Who would do something that evil?!" "Guess we're gonna have to push back the presentation." Everyone looked like they had lost their best friend, except Wendy. She had this worried frown, but her eyes w
After pulling two all-nighters, Helma had the report materials ready to go.The research center was deserted.She stretched, yawned, and glanced at the clock. One AM.She powered down her computer and left, still yawning.Once she was gone, a sneaky figure slipped into the office...Deputy Commander
Helma had tried to get the scoop from Leon, but the guy was like Fort Knox—nothing useful ever slipped out. Therefore, she backed off from the matchmaking game. Still, she was not blind to Wendy's little crush, especially with errands like these document deliveries. "You got it, boss," Wendy replied