The Divorcee Amazed the World

Helena took a few bites with her fork; the beef was tender and had a great texture.

Midway through the meal.

She took out a card from her bag and pushed it towards Willis, saying generously, “This is what Sister earned, spend it as you wish. The password is your birthday.”

Willis curled his lips, teasing, “Sure enough, women turn bad when they have money.

Helena chuckled, raising her chin, “Of course, wealth determines family status.”

Willis was amused by her, reaching over to ruffle her hair, “Look at our Helena, flourishing in her success.”

Helena pouted, “Are you praising me or mocking me?”

“Of course, I’m praising you.”

Helena gave him a sly look, “I’m not stupid.”

Having said that, she picked up a piece of beef and fed it to him.

Willis leisurely chewed, swallowing the meat before asking, “Did you sell the painting you repaired a few days ago?”

“Yes, I found a buyer I liked. And the payment was transferred on the spot.”

Willis praised her, “Netting over ten million, a great return on investment. You’re impressive.”

Helena put down her knife and fork, cleared her throat, and looked at him with bright eyes, saying seriously, “I want to earn a lot of money in the future, work hard to deserve you.”

Willis smiled, placing his hand on top of hers, “You are more than worthy of me now; there’s no need to work too hard.”

Helena was deeply moved, feeling both joy and melancholy in her heart. She said in a choked voice, “I want to become excellent to the point where even your father thinks I’m worthy of you.”

Willis fell silent for a moment, gently holding her hand in his, his dark eyes softening, “I’m sorry for the hardship you’ve endured.”

“It’s okay.”

Suddenly, Helena’s phone rang.

She took out her phone from her bag.

While taking out her phone, she accidentally brought out a business card, but she didn’t notice.

Glancing at the caller ID, it was a call from Zena.

Helena answered, “Mom, is something wrong?”

Zena spoke quickly, “I just received a text message, indicating that there’s an extra five million in the account. Did you transfer it?”

“Yes, I transferred it at noon. The confirmation took a bit of time.”

Zena complained, “Didn’t I tell you? Don’t give me the money Willis gives you. I have a pension, enough to cover expenses.”

“It’s not from him; I earned it myself.”

Zena was extremely surprised, “How did you make so much money?”

“I restored a painting and coincidentally found a buyer who liked it. You can spend the money freely; buy whatever you want. By the way, plan a trip when you have time to relax.”

“You brat, always spending money recklessly.” Despite her words, Zena was incredibly touched.

After hanging up the phone, Helena looked at Willis with a bright smile.

However, she noticed that his expression had become gloomy at some point, and he was staring down at a business card beside her bag.

Following his gaze,

It was the business card that Jay had given her before leaving.

Helena casually picked up the card, putting it in her bag, saying, “This is the business card of the deputy head of Sam Auction House. We might need it in the future.”

Willis lifted one corner of his lips, his emotions complex, “Did you sell your painting to him?”

Helena honestly replied, “Yes, Shirley told me that Sam Auction House is reputable, so we went there. While waiting in line for the appraisal in the hall, Jay sent someone to bring us to his office. After seeing the painting, he said his father likes the painting and happened to be missing an Ink Lotus painting. According to the auction prices in previous years, he bought it.”

Willis’s eyes changed, a kind of indescribable coldness, his lips slightly raised, carrying a hint of self-deprecation, and he said coldly, “Did I run out of money, so you went to ask him for money.”

Helena was stunned.

This was too hurtful.

It not only denied her capabilities but also insulted her character.

It was her hard-earned money; how did it become her asking Jay for money?

Like a bucket of cold water poured over her head, Helena’s good mood was completely ruined.

She looked at Willis with a resentful gaze, a deeply wounded expression on her face.

Willis hated seeing her like this.

Silently watching her for a few seconds, he compromised first.

Raising his hand to rub his forehead, he dispelled the chill in his eyes, and slowly said, “I spoke too harshly just now. I’m sorry.”

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After a pause, Willis grabbed her hand on the table, gently rubbing the back of her hand, and said tenderly, “I don’t like you getting too close to that person.”

This was his way of seeking reconciliation.

Helena took the opportunity to let it go, no longer insisting.

After carefully considering his thoughts, she responded slowly, “Although Jay Santana’s name is also Jay, the Jay I mentioned passed away thirteen years ago. His last name was Smith, Jay Smith.”