All Chapters of I am Mrs. Ballmer: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

At five in the morning, when the sky was still a dark blue blanket, Henrique Ballmer was awakened from his sleep by the insistent and urgent sound of the doorbell.When he opened the door, he was met by Axel, who was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, his face pale with anxiety.“Brother, don't scold me!” Axel raised his hands in surrender before Henrique could even speak. “It's a real red-level emergency! If you don't come home right now, Mateo is going to destroy the entire mansion! They tried to contact you and Helena, but no one answered, so they had no choice but to call me!”At that moment, a female voice sounded behind Henrique, laden with maternal concern.“What happened to Mateo?”Helena appeared in the hallway, her eyes still swollen from sleep, but her posture alert.“I'll go back right now!”Without wasting a second on unnecessary questions, she grabbed her bag and, with im

“Kabedon?” Henrique frowned, confused. “Dawn on the side of the road?”Helena slapped her forehead.Flirting without intention is this man's most lethal tactic!It was then that Helena saw the glint out of the corner of her eye. A robot had targeted Henrique's exposed back.“Henrique! Watch out!”POF!It was too late. The robot fired. Henrique didn't move an inch; he just hugged her tighter, taking the impact on his back to protect her. He let out a muffled grunt.“Henrique!!!” Helena screamed, panic taking over. “You've been hit?!”“I'm fine,” he said, his voice calm, slowly raising his head.“How can you be fine?! You've been shot! I'm taking you to the hospital, I'm going to... Urk...”The words died in Helena's throat. Her nose wrinkled. Her stomach churned violently.“Henrique...” She grimaced. “You... stink. What is that horrible smell?!”Henrique let go of her and took off his jacket with a grim, murderous expression.Stuck to the back of the expensive fabric was a sticky, yell

— AAAAAHHH!Axel let out a shrill scream, worthy of a pig being slaughtered, which echoed throughout the garden.Helena rolled her eyes and gave his arm a not-so-gentle pat.“Stop howling and making a scene! It's healed. Try moving it.”“Huh?” Axel blinked, tears of pain still in the corners of his eyes.Timidly, he moved his shoulder, rotated his arm... and widened his eyes. The agonizing pain was gone, replaced only by slight discomfort. It was perfect.However, he still muttered, looking at her in disbelief:“Are you... are you sure you didn't put it back in crooked?”“No way!” Helena replied, puffing out her chest with complete confidence. “I have a lot of practical experience in fixing dislocated arms!”Doubt and fear were written all over Axel's face. He took a step back.“May I ask, out of morbid curiosity, how exactly did a delicate girl like you acquire ‘so much experience’ with this type of orthopedic trauma?”Helena shrugged, as if it were the most natural thing in the worl

At the same time, inside the black car parked on the dark corner.The laptop screen illuminated Axel's pale face. Seeing and hearing the disgusting proposal through the spy cameras, he felt a chill run down his spine—not because of Michel, but because of the man on the phone next to him.Axel shouted anxiously, trying to prevent a catastrophe:“Brother! Calm down! For God's sake, don't panic! Control yourself! Treat my little computer with care, don't smash the screen! I have hundreds of gigabytes of precious files on that hard drive!”On the other end of the line, Henrique Ballmer's breathing was heavy, like that of a beast about to attack. His voice came through the headset, not as a request, but as a death sentence:“Go upstairs. Right now.”“Yes, yes, yes! I'm going!” Axel didn't dare hesitate.Seeing on the screen that Michel Jones was already getting up and approaching Helena with clear

Helena ran down the stairs, put the gun and computer in her motorcycle bag, put on her helmet, and sped off.She drove like a hurricane through the city streets, eager to leave that mess behind and return to her refuge.She arrived at the Ballmer residence an hour earlier than expected.As she entered the living room, the atmosphere changed. The smell of mold and danger was replaced by the aroma of expensive coffee and impeccable cleanliness.Henrique was exactly where she had left him. Sitting on the couch, with a cup of coffee in his hand and a newspaper on his lap, motionless like a Greek statue. It seemed as if he hadn't moved an inch in the last two hours.Helena took off her jacket, trying to look casual.“Henrique! I'm back!” she announced with a bright smile. “I'm home early. Did my dear little treasure wake up?”“He didn't wake up,” Henrique replied without looking up from the newspaper. Hi