Chapter 9

Helena’s POV

It was a man putting on a black suit and also black eye shades, I gasped a little.

“You must be Helena Brooks.” His face looked so cold, he didn’t even let out a smile at least.

“Yes, I am.” I answered and slightly furrowed my eyebrows.

“It’s an order from Mr Manchester, that you should come with me.” I didn’t respond to him but rather I awkwardly looked at him. What’s all this about? What’s up with Mr Manchester and all this drama?

“Please this way ma’am.” He pointed to the direction and I walked behind him. We got to a place that looked extremely empty.

“There’s no one here. Why?” I asked the man who approached me but there was no response from him.

We finally got to the entrance of a building.

“Please go in, Mr. Manchester is waiting.” He instructed and I scowled at him a little bit. He didn't even look at my face and I walked in.

There were so many empty chairs and tables everywhere. It was so empty. I haven’t seen a restaurant as empty as this before.

I saw M