Some of the netizens thought that Michelle was innocent.
#She thanked Mr. Boucher but was rejected. Was he just going to spit on her appreciation?#
#Helios Boucher’s fans are so annoying. What did the girl do wrong? He saved her, and she was just
thanking him. What’s wrong with that?
There were all kinds of comments online-some were on Helios’ side, while others were on Michelle’s. It
was a hot topic, nonetheless.
The fans were looking forward to Helios’ response to the situation, but when noon came, no one made a
statement, be it Helios, his studio, or his assistant The next day when Helios was discharged, the media
and paparazzi were all waiting for an interview at the hospital entrance, and it was all about the rumor of
him saving someone for publicity.
Nina and the bodyguards blocked the paparazzi, who were pushing forward. Helios wore a black coat
with a grayish-white scarf, still looking dashing under the flashes, but he seemed pale since he was still
recovering.
He smiled for the cameras but didn’t answer any of the questions and got straight into the car.
The observant paparazzi saw a woman with sunglasses sitting in the car.
Who was that?
When the bodyguard and Nina got in the car slowly drove away, and Barbara took off her sunglasses.
“Why are reporters here?”
That was why Nina had asked her to wait in the car, or there would be a new topic to talk about.
Helios removed his scarf and put it around her neck. “You’ll get used to it”
Barbara touched the scarf around her neck -it still had his warmth. “Are we going back to Bassburgh
now?”
He smiled. “Where else?”
Helios hugged her, smiling widely. “My mom told my family about us.”
Barbara was stunned, and seeing that she was nervous, Helios held her hand. “My parents are really
happy.”
“But I-”
He put his finger to her lips and shushed her. “I’m not pushing you. I’ll bring you over when you’re ready.”
Barbara leaned into his arms, looked down, and smiled, “Thank you.”
At Soul…
Maisie looked through information about Madam Knowles. From her photos, she could tell that this was a
fiery woman.
Madam Knowles had married Elder Master Knowles when she was 30. Looking through the pictures
taken during events when she was young, she was indeed an ambitious beauty, with her every move
exuding confidence, It wasn’t surprising that the widowed Elder Master Knowles had fallen for her and
ignored the criticisms, and married a woman who was young enough to be his daughter.
Madam Knowles was half Winstonite. Her maiden name was Olga Volkov, which she abandoned when
she moved to Yaramoor and went by Luna to blend in with the nobles and socialites.
Maisie rapped her fingers on the desk while she picked up another picture. It seemed to be a picture of
the elders of the Knowles. Elder Master Knowles was seated, and Olga and another man, who was
around her age, were standing next to him. He was probably the son of Elder Master Knowles and his
late wife, Tristan’s brother, Sam.
Sam and his father were smiling, but Olga never smiled in her pictures other than in the few pictures
when she was younger.
She looked neutral no matter what even she was at.
A woman’s instinct was usually true.
Maisie could tell that Olga didn’t want to marry Elder Master Knowles-there was no longing in her eyes,
only hatred.
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