She Dumped Her Dodgy Husband After Suffering Amnesiac

Hellen chatted with a few women for a while. The current head of the Vincent family went to the podium. After a speech of thanks, Doris Vincent went on stage.

Today was her coming-of-age ceremony of her, and all the guests looked over.

Hellen took advantage of the fact that everyone’s attention had shifted and quietly moved to Hans’ side.

“Where is the master you are talking about?”

Hans lowered his gaze. Now that the lights were gathered on the stage, the light here seemed a little dimmer.

Hellen’s skin was as white as snow, and one could see her curly eyelashes from his angle.

“I haven’t seen him all this time. I’ll ask Mr. Vincent later.” Hans ‘voice was low.

Hellen pursed her lips. “It can’t be that he didn’t come.”

Most of these masters had strange tempers, so it was normal for them not to come.

On the stage, Doris, who had thanked the guests, looked over from a distance.

Helen seemed to have sensed something as she looked toward the platform.

Doris had blond hair, dark green pupils, and skin as fair as an angel from fairy tales.

Hellen and the opposite looked at each other for a few seconds and saw each other’s eyes shift slightly to the left.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly. It turned out that Miss was looking at Hans.

Hellen took a few steps away and walked to the side.

The dinner continued. Hellen found a sofa in the corner and sat down.

She looked a little tired, and the people around her did not come forward to greet her.

Hellen sat on the sofa and narrowed her eyes. It seemed that this person didn’t come.

She had come here for nothing.

The rumor said that the Vincent and the Jovano families had never been harmonious. The Lewis Family and the Lev family were on good terms with the Jovano family, so they didn’t attend Vincent’s dinner.

Hellen, who was not familiar with the people present, held her cheeks in boredom and looked at Hans not far away.

“Hellen?” A surprised voice rang out.

Hellen turned and saw the person who had arrived. Raising her eyebrows slightly, she said, “Mr. Vincent.”

Tariq’s face was full of pleasant surprise. “You came. This is great.”

Hellen’s forehead twitched slightly. “Please sit.”

The two of them chatted for a while and talked about the time when Tariq had been beaten up by Everet as if he didn’t care at all.

“My parents were too nervous about me back then.” Tariq smiled in embarrassment as he continued, “I never expected that there would be rumors of our families being at odds with each other.”

Hellen laughed calmly. “It’s just a rumor.”

Tariq’s gaze burned as he stared at the side of Hellen’s face, “Then, do you have a boyfriend now?”

Hellen’s heart tightened and she asked warily, “What are you doing?”

This young master’s pursuit method was too exaggerated, and she was a little embarrassed.

Tariq said enthusiastically, “I saw the news about you the other day. You divorced the president of the Grant Group. You’re single now, aren’t you?”

Hellen narrowed her eyes and lied. “No, I have a boyfriend.”

“Then it’s a pity,” said Tariq dejectedly.

Just as they were chatting, Hans approached them from not far away.

Doris followed closely behind him. It was unknown what she was saying, but her smile was sweet.

Hans stopped in front of Hellen and glanced at Tariq beside her.

“I’ve asked Mr. Vincent. The master only sent congratulatory gifts today and he didn’t come.”

Tariq stood up politely and greeted him. “Mr. Grant.”

Only then did Hans look at him seriously and say, “Young Master, excuse me.”

Tariq was a little surprised, but he still took a few steps back. As soon as he stood still, he saw Hans sitting calmly next to Hellen.

Doris wanted to step forward and sit on the other side of Hans, but she was stopped by the depressed Tariq.

“Daddy has something to do. Let’s go first.” He tactfully pulled his sister away first.

Looking at Tariq’s and Doris’ back, Hellen looked at Hans with a playful expression.

“Mr. Grant is very charming. Miss Vincent seems to have fallen in love with you.”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Hans’ expression was indifferent. “The Grant family has always been in cooperation with the Vincent family. We just chatted casually for a while.”

Hellen laughed indifferently. It had nothing to do with her anyway.

In the second half of the banquet, Hellen knew that the grandmaster didn’t come, so she couldn’t be bothered to move and stayed on the sofa.

Hans sat next to Hellen. His aura was so cold that no one within 10 steps of him dared to approach him.

After the dinner party, the guests left one after another.

Hellen and Hans walked out of the castle together. When they stopped by the car, she let out a small yawn.

“Get in the car.”

Hans opened the door for her.

Hellen raised his lips, “Thank you.”

Just as she was about to get into the car, a sweet voice rang out from not far away. “Mr. Grant, please wait a moment.”

It was Doris who had run over from afar. Hellen came to a halt.

This was the outdoor parking lot. The guests who had left one after another said goodbye to each other around the parking lot.

Doris ran up to Hans with a blush on her face. “I, I have something to say to you.”

Hellen raised her eyebrows. It seemed like she was going to confess her love. She was smart enough to take a few steps back.

Hans looked at Doris in front of him and then at Hellen, who had retreated a few meters away and was enjoying the show.

His face became colder.

Hans did not pay much attention to her words. The girl said those words in a low voice to express her feelings.

“I’ve always wanted to wait until the coming-of-age ceremony to say these words to you. Mr. Grant-I-”

Hans’ attention was focused on Hellen, who was not far away. She was all smiles and did not care whether he would accept another woman’s confession or not.

He looked at Doris and said politely with a cold tone, “Miss Vincent, your father often calls me bro. Then, according to seniority, you should call me Uncle Grant.”

Doris’s face froze as she stared at Hans.

Hellen heard it. She was laughing and felt that Hans was very mean.

A burst of heat whistled past her ear at an extremely fast speed, as if her ears had been burned.

The next second, there was a sound of steel being pierced in the car not far away!

Hellen was quick to react. Someone was shooting from the shadows!

She didn’t even have time to turn around and immediately ran to the side.

Hans had already taken a few steps forward and grabbed her wrist. He said in a low voice, “Come to my car!”

Some people’s cars were hit and people screamed a lot, and then the whole parking lot was in chaos. The noise was continuous, and the crowd ran around, some of whom got in the cars.

Hans covered Hellen’s head and stuffed him into the car!

“The car has been remodeled. It’s bulletproof,” Hans explained as he got into the car.

Hellen’s face was ice-cold. She turned her body to look out the window.

The bullet just now had been fired from behind her. Hellen’s face was cold as she stared in that direction.

There was only one spot over there suitable for sniping, which was a decorative tower of Vincent’s house.

Hans glanced in that direction and said, “I don’t think she’s there anymore.”

It was the habit of most snipers to run a thousand miles away if they missed their target with a single strike.