The Divorcee Amazed the World

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The bodyguard received another heavy slap.

The force of the blow pushed him back several steps, nearly causing him to stumble.

Half of his face swelled up instantly, displaying a clear set of five finger marks symmetrically matching those on the other side.

Willis’ gaze turned extremely dark, and he scolded sternly, “I assigned you to protect Helena, and this is how you protect her! Something happened, and you didn’t inform me immediately, but dared to lie and deceive me! A bunch of worthless cowards!”

It had been a long time since he had been so furious.

His handsome face became incredibly gloomy, and his whole body exuded a frightening pressure.

The room fell into complete silence.

No one dared to utter a word.

Once the bodyguard realized the situation, he immediately raised his hands and began to slap himself on the face recklessly.

For a moment, the room was filled with crisp slapping sounds.

The bodyguard, while hitting himself, kept confessing, “Mr. Santana, I was wrong, utterly wrong. I shouldn’t have gone downstairs to buy cigarettes. I was only out for a few minutes, and Helena was taken advantage of. I shouldn’t have been afraid of punishment, lied, and made Helena help me cover up, causing a misunderstanding between you two. If you want to punish me, I leave it entirely to your discretion.”

Seeing Willis’ intense expression, Helena knew this situation couldn’t go on, or it would end badly.

She turned her head and said to the bodyguard, “You all can leave; it’s getting late, and we need to rest.”

The bodyguard hesitated for a moment and stopped the self-flagellation.

He cautiously glanced at Willis, seeing him silent.

The bodyguard spoke carefully, “Mr. Santana, you and Mrs. Santana should rest. I will accept any punishment tomorrow.”

Willis, with a cold expression, said, “Get out!”

Without daring to delay any further, all the bodyguards quickly exited the room.

They were afraid of provoking him again.

After everyone left, Willis picked up his phone and called his assistant, instructing in a low voice, “At the Dragon Mount side in the town’s police station, a repeat offender named Mike was just brought in. Have someone investigate him thoroughly, check if there’s anyone behind him, and inform me immediately!”

The assistant, sensing Willis’ displeasure, hurriedly responded, “Understood, Mr. Santana. I’ll arrange for someone right away.”

Willis grunted in acknowledgment, and the assistant reminded, “Mr. Santana, you have an important meeting at 10 a. m. tomorrow. Can you make it back? I’ll arrange a car to pick you up at the airport.”

“I can,” Willis replied before ending the call.

He tossed the phone onto the table and grasped Helena’s shoulder.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Examining her from head to toe, he saw no apparent injuries, and only then did he let out a sigh of relief. He asked, “Are you hurt?”

Helena shook her head.

Willis focused on her eyes. “Really not?”

In a flat tone, Helena replied, “Really not.”

After a moment of silence, Willis apologized, “I was too impulsive just now. I’m sorry.”

Helena pursed her lips but remained silent.

Understanding that she was still angry, Willis explained patiently, “After finishing work at the company, I took a night flight to surprise you. However, when I arrived at the place where you were staying and didn’t find you, I called your phone. It was turned off. I then called the bodyguard’s phone, and he said you were sleeping inside. Shortly after, I saw you come back with Jay. If you were in my shoes, what would you think?”

Only now did Helena remember that when she reported the case at the police station, she called the archaeological team.

After the call, her phone ran out of battery and automatically shut down.

She absentmindedly stuffed the phone under her pillow before leaving.

Considering the situation, if she were in Willis’ position, she would probably misunderstand and feel angry as well.

However, what Willis said just now was truly hurtful.

How could he say that she was using the excuse of restoring paintings to secretly meet Jay here?

What did he take her for?

Helena raised her hand and lightly punched his chest. “You don’t trust me.”

Her tone was a mixture of annoyance and complaint.

The force of the punch wasn’t light.

Willis slightly relaxed his furrowed brows, gripping her wrist.

A light punch was a good thing; it meant she was starting to let out her frustration.

He was afraid she would keep everything inside, letting the anger build up.

With a gentle tone, he asked again, “Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

“I’ve said it so many times, no,” Helena responded with a somewhat irritated tone.

Willis smiled gently, lowered his head, and kissed her hair. “That’s good.”

His previously tense heart temporarily settled back in his chest.

But when he thought about how she had almost been violated, a dark look returned to his eyes.

Helena glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was past 1 a. m.

Considering the assistant’s reminder about Willis’ important meeting at 10 a. m. tomorrow, she urged, “Go to sleep; you have to get up early tomorrow.”

Willis pinched her chin, staring into her eyes, “Are you not angry with me anymore?”

In a distracted tone, Helena mumbled, “Mm.”