Chapter 8

The team leader was overjoyed to hear that Helma planned to return to work again. "That's great! We are now recruiting people too. As you know, this job has very few applicants."

This made Helma happy too. "Then, can I apply for employment now?"

"Of course, I'm just afraid that the employees will gossip..."

"Well, I’m not worried."

She heard it all just now. She believed that, with her working ability, the gossip would disappear soon.

So, Helma went through the application procedures.

The leader moved Helma to a new office, and she spent the afternoon tidying up her office. She caught a glimpse of the honor roll on the wall while walking back to her office with a pile of books.

She was also on the list.

Helma looked up to see her younger self on the wall and couldn’t help smiling.

She believed she would excel, even though she had not worked for two years.

It was late by the time she finished packing.

Slightly exhausted, she stretched a little. Then she picked up her jacket, hooked it over the crook of her arm, and dragged her feet out of the office.

A black, understated Bugatti was parked on the side of the road. Helma glanced at it casually, then turned her eyes away nonchalantly.

As she walked by, she heard a respectful voice. "Madam."

There was no one around. ‘Madam’ could only be her.

Helma frowned.

A man in glasses looked at her with a smile. "Madam, sir has asked for you. He hopes you will go back to the mansion with him today."

The car window rolled down slowly. Cole’s flawless profile appeared. His eyes were cold, and he just stared at her blankly.

It was as if he was not the one asking for a favor.

Helma had a wicked idea.

Immediately, she smirked and sneered loudly. "First of all, don't call me madam. Second, your sir should come talk to me in person if he needs anything."

The assistant was immediately put in a dilemma. When he turned to speak to Cole, Cole had already opened the door and got out of the car.

"Oh, you think you’re so great now?" Cole looked at her.

Helma raised her brows slightly and glanced at him.

Just as she was about to speak, Cole continued, "I'm not begging you for anything, it's Grandma who wants you to go back and see her."

Helma had doubts written all over her face.

So, Cole explained flatly. "Grandma is old, I didn't tell her that we were divorced. She likes you very much."

‘……’

One of Helma's great strengths was filial piety.

Especially towards grandparents.

Especially to those who favored her.

Perhaps Cole had figured out her weakness. He acted as if she was obliged to go with him.

Although a bit annoyed, she would not suffer in silence.

"Sure, I'll go." Helma folded her arms and lifted her chin slightly. "Ask your assistant to drive my car back, otherwise I won't be able to go to work tomorrow."

Cole’s eyes narrowed.

If Cole’s assistant drove her car, he would have to drive his car by himself.

Which meant he would be her driver.

This was a well-thought-out plan.

Helma stared at him.

She did not believe that he would disagree.

Sure enough, Cole nodded at the assistant.

The corner of Helma's mouth twitched. She took out her key and tossed it to the assistant. "White Land Rover, thank you."

Immediately, she opened the back door of the Bugatti and got in.

The assistant stammered while holding the key. "Mr. Guller..."

Cole did not show any expression. His tone did not waver either. "Just go."

Helma poked her head out to give her address to the assistant.

Of course, she was not stupid to give him the King family’s address, only that of her small apartment.

With that, Helma smiled brightly and raised her eyebrows at Cole. "Let's go."

Immediately, the car window closed, and her profile disappeared.

Cole let out a faint chuckle and got into the driver's seat.

Helma was in a good mood as she crossed her legs.

Finally, this scumbag could eat some dirt for a bit.

Along the way, Cole reminded her of what she needed to do when she arrived at the in-laws.

Helma was annoyed by him. She waved her hand. "I know, I know. Who won’t know how to respect the elderly?"

Cole was truly afraid that she would spill the beans. After all, she was very different from who she had been before.

However, when Helma trotted up to his grandma, calling ‘Grandma’ affectionately with a soft smile, Cole realized he had been overthinking it.

Helma made the old lady laugh so hard that she could not hide her fondness for Helma.

Helma also smiled as she thought to herself, ‘Grandma is so adorable, way better than her grandson.’

"Hemmy, you haven't come to see me for so long. Have you forgotten me already?"

"How is that possible? Grandma, I'm just too busy these days."

The old lady flicked her head lightly. "Cheeky. Here, have some freshly cut fruit. It’ll be a while before dinner."

"Yay, okay."

As soon as Helma stretched out her hand, she heard a sharp voice.

"Eating without washing your hands here at home? Who taught you that bad habit?"