Chapter 41

Vincent

At first, I didn't pay much attention to the scene in front of me, but I suddenly spotted Sarah and Helen immersed in a deep conversation. Their heads are bent close together, and their gestures are animated.

A sense of unease began to creep into my mind. I can't shake off the feeling that something is brewing between them, and I am not sure I like it.

Helen better not be blowing my cover! I stride over to them immediately.

Helen's cheerful voice breaks through the chatter of the crowded room as she sees me coming. "There you are, Vince, we were just talking about you!"

"What the hell are you doing?" I bark, my anger rising as I approach them.

"As you can see, Vincent, I'm enjoying a drink with your lover," Sarah says with a sassy smile, taking a sip from her glass.

"Why are you having a drink with Helen?" I narrow my eyes, trying to hide the confusion coursing through me.

Helen raises an eyebrow, unfazed by my rudeness. "Relax, Vincent. We were just having a friendly chat."

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