Neil's voice was heavy. "Did you find something in your investigation?"Helma thought for a while. For the safety of her family, she told Neil about the LEV organization."This is an international organization. To put it simply, it is a group of vicious people who do all kinds of evil, including mur
The next day.At 8:00 am, Helma got up and went to Cole's ward.Now that Helma's secret identity as Professor Harlana had been exposed, Benjamin did not need his usual discretion. He brought several senior doctors from the hospital to prevent any problems during the operation.Several people walked
Madam Guller shuddered, the thought of amputation looming as the worst-case scenario. She glanced over at Cole, resting on the hospital bed, and a question struck her, "Where's Helma? Shouldn't she have been out by now? She was the one leading my son's surgery, right?" No sooner had she voiced her
At two o'clock sharp, Helma snagged the latest medical report for Cole from Benjamin.Clutching the report, she made her way back to the ward. As she neared the door, she caught the tail end of Cole's conversation with Jordan.She stepped in just in time to hear Cole's final words: "Keep the news of
The hospital room fell silent. Each time Helma reached for the book, Cole's lips met hers, stopping her in her tracks.After several attempts, she was fuming, "Let go of me. What if someone barges in?"Cole finally released her, sprawling out on the bed with the grace of a prince.Perched on the edg
Andrew went quiet.Edward, frantic, pressed him. "Come on, speak!""I'm with Helma on this. Sophia might not be in their clutches, but she's definitely in trouble, cut off from the world. Honestly, I'm at a loss here. I can't even track her phone."Helma gritted her teeth. "I'll find her. She left t
A flicker of recollection crossed Helma's eyes, tightening them as she thought back to the incident Cole and Neil had brought up."Morgan, can you believe it? When they snatched Smiley, they actually put down a crash mat below. Also, the whole time I was holed up in that building, they never even se
The Strategist fiddled with a crossbow, a delicate piece of weaponry no bigger than his hand, with intricate silver patterns carved into it.He took aim at the man, who still had his head bowed, an easy mark.A soft "pfft" broke the silence.The man hit the ground and immediately started howling, "L