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she thought to herself. "Two..." Helena was holding up her hand with the offer board clearly visible. "Twenty-five million dollars is what I'm offering for Immortal Red." Helena's words just now caused a brief, awkward silence. The host even looked at Helena with a look of disbelief. As if what Helena had just mentioned wasn't a significant sum of money. "Two... twenty-five million dollars!" the host said, excited. "The bidding has now reached double the previous amount. Who's willing to go higher?"

“Helena is a whisperer; the necklace has connected her with Zayden. She must be in the Sussurro clan to seek guidance from her ancestors. Wait a second! How do you know that she’s Alpha Zayden’s soulmate?” Alex raised his brow and replied to her with a query of his own. “Why do you think that Helena will never tell her friends about her personal life? And FYI, she’s all set to snatch her rightful position for Madam Aria.” We shared our master plan with Ciara and reshaped it according to our current situation. It was a productive morning until the announcement through our pack’s link froze the blood circulating our bodies.

Helena rolled her eyes and take a quick sip on her tea before shifting her eyes at me. "I have a really weird question for you, Selena" she started. "I hope you don't mind to hear it" Caught off guard, I blink at her unsure what to say. Weird question? What does supposed to mean? "Helena" Nicolai stop her. "Sure, I don't really mind" I said. She smiled and flip the bangs of her hair showing off the diamond earrings that glistening from the natural light that went passed through the wall length glass window.

Helena cooed, batting her fake eyelashes at me. That fucking nickname. It took all of my self-control to not gag at the mere mention of it. “Are you stalking me again?” “I’m not stalking you,” Helena frowned. “I’m making sure your newest little girlfriend isn’t using you. I’m helping you. You know that, right?”

Just finished another class packed with information. Elena closed her eyes, trying to review the key points in her mind. "Ugh! What a bunch of useless teammates. Argh!" Helen couldn't help but shout. Elena opened her eyes and glanced casually at her phone screen. She was playing a game called "King of Glory," and her character was Little Daji. Her score was 0-9-1. Elena: "..." Where did Helen get the nerve to call her teammates useless?

“I am sending it.” Helena hung up and waited while her heart pounded. Her phone pinged, and then she quickly opened the W******p message from her friend. She clicked on the number copying it and called it. “Hello?” “Greetings. I need help getting rid of someone through short illness. Is that possible? Money is not a problem.” . . .

With a flourish, Miss Helena produces a calling card from her bag, holding it out to me as one will present a rare treasure. The card is a masterpiece of design, embossed with intricate patterns and adorned with an emblem of the Silver Summit Pack that shimmers against the twilight’s glow. “I won’t force you to give your answer tonight. But I expect to get your answer in a few days, before I dare to spit out your little secret and plunge you into the fissure of danger,” she says.

"We are just friends, Adam, but if there is a chance to be more, rules get broken at some point." He rose his brow at me. "Oh? I remember how-" "Hi, guys!" Natalia greeted as she made her way to us. Her fiery, red locks fell a little bit passed her shoulders and she wore a white blouse and dark jeans. I smiled at her. "Hey." Adam placed a soft kiss on his girlfriend's lips. "Hey, babe." She returned both our smiles and looked at me. "What's going on?" "Higan's crushing on a first year," Adam answered before I could even open my mouth.

Lucien's voice echoed through the theater. "Elara!" The woman looked toward the sound. "They're almost here." "Who are you?" The woman hesitated. Then answered. "My name..." "...is Helena." Nothing more. No surname. No explanation. She pressed the velvet pouch into Elara's hand. "When the violin is restrung..." "Play your mother's final composition." Elara frowned. "I don't know it." "You will." Helena smiled sadly. "Memory isn't always stored in the mind." "Sometimes..."

asked Helena in quite a loud voice. Helena smacked her forehead. How could that person want to answer her, it was clear that it wasn't a creature like her. What should Helena do? Well, her original purpose here was to meet or find the whereabouts of Amora and Alex! Helena started walking again when her foot stepped on something wrong, so she fell. There was a rope tying her leg. Ah it turned out to be a hunting trap. Helena got hit.