The Divorcee Amazed the World

After washing up, Helena entered the living room.

Breakfast was laid out on the table, and Zena had gone to the hospital.

The household registration was placed next to the breakfast, with a note on top.

Helena picked it up and read it. The note said: Darling, I’ve sorted out the household registration for you. Happy divorce! The sooner you leave, the sooner you escape the sea of suffering! In a few days, Mom will arrange blind dates for you! One in the morning, one in the evening! It will drive Willis and that old scoundrel Ryan crazy!

Helena chuckled, but as she laughed, she felt sad again.

She thought that after the divorce, it might take her a long time to accept another man.

After finishing breakfast, Helena put the household registration and ID card in her bag and made plans to go through the divorce with Willis today.

Suddenly, her phone rang; it was Willis calling.

His voice sounded a bit distant as he said, “Yesterday afternoon, there was an issue with the overseas branch. I came to deal with it. Let’s talk about the divorce when I get back.”

Helena breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly tightened up again, asking, “How long will you be back?”

“Shortest is a week, longest is half a month.”

Helena paused, “Then I’ll wait for you to come back.”

“Okay.”

Just as she was about to hang up, something crossed her mind. Helena said, “Susan’s face was hit by someone last night, but it wasn’t me who had someone do it.”

Willis spoke calmly, “I know.”

Helena was slightly surprised, “You know?”

“Yeah, it should be the same person who smashed her left hand last time.”

“Who?”

“Jay.”

In just two words, Helena’s heartstrings were suddenly pierced.

Her emotions surged suddenly, and almost instinctively, she shouted, “It’s not him!”

Her usually gentle voice became sharp and brittle, even though she felt it sounded strange.

After a moment of stunned silence, she softened her tone and said, “It’s not him. He passed away a long time ago, in a fire. Last time, at my grandfather’s house, I took you to see his grave, do you remember?”

Willis didn’t say anything, just made a faint sound of acknowledgment.

She felt that he still didn’t believe her, just casually acknowledging to get her to shut up.

But she didn’t want to argue anymore. Calming her emotions, she said, “Call me when you’re back in the country.”

“Okay.”

One week later.

A young girl named Shirley came to the door and greeted, “Senior, hello, I’m Shirley Lepucius, Alick is my brother.”

Helena had received a call from Alick in advance and let her in.

She invited her to sit down and served a cup of tea.

Shirley introduced herself, “I’m also from the Archaeology Department, but only studied for half a year before going abroad as an exchange student for international archaeology. I just graduated this year and now work at the city museum. I’ve heard of Senior’s name for a long time. You were quite a prominent figure in our school back then.”

Helena smiled, “You don’t have to call me senior, just use my name. I started school early, skipped a grade in elementary school, so even though I graduated early, I might be younger than you.”

The two checked their ages and surprisingly shared the same birthdate.

Helena was a few hours younger than Shirley.

Shirley came to represent the museum, inviting Helena to participate in the restoration of an ancient painting.

When Helena followed her to the city museum, she learned that the painting to be restored was a secluded painting by M. H.

This secluded painting was taken away by “the tall man” and the bald man two or three months ago for her to restore.

At that time, they only uncovered the painting and hadn’t had a chance to repair it before the case was solved.

Helena wondered, “Why hasn’t this painting been restored for such a long time?”

Shirley sighed, “Stolen goods have to go through procedures, be transferred to the national treasury, and then distributed to museums. Once in the museum, experts have to come for identification and research, followed by restoration experts providing a restoration proposal. This process takes two to three months. This time, you were invited to participate in the restoration along with other experts because you uncovered the painting. Of course, it was also my brother’s idea.”

Helena understood that Alick did this for her own good.

In the private sector, no matter how well things are done, there is always a bit of a wild flavor.

Official procedures make things appear more formal.

By participating in this restoration, she could add a golden layer, although she didn’t really need it.

Arriving at the Department of Cultural Heritage Protection, Helena entered the restoration room and saw a group of experts sitting inside.

The youngest in the room were in their forties or fifties, mostly with white hair, and they were elite talents from all over the country.

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But because she was Ken’s granddaughter and had some reputation in the field, no one dared to underestimate her.

After discussing restoration plans with those experts for a whole morning, during lunchtime, Helena didn’t want to sit at the table with a room full of old men, so she left.

Outside, Shirley was already waiting for her at the door, smiling and saying, “Our director asked me to personally take care of you.”

Both of them were archaeology professionals, had a common language, and were of similar age, so they quickly became acquainted.

Of course, the main reason was Shirley’s lively personality and natural friendliness.

While walking, Helena received a WeChat message from Alick, asking about the situation today.

Helena replied to him as she walked.

Suddenly, Shirley’s eyes lit up, and she exclaimed while covering her mouth, “Wow, handsome guy! Our director is accompanying an extremely handsome guy, walking towards us. My goodness, he’s too handsome! ”

She frantically touched her face, fixed her hair, and straightened her clothes, nudging Helena with her elbow, “Quick, help me check if my makeup is smudged. Is my hair and clothes okay?”

Helena was still looking down at her phone, listening to Shirley and glancing at her, she said, “It’s fine.”

Blushing, Shirley said, “He’s looking over here, and he’s smiling at me. Do you think he’s interested in me?”

Helena looked in the direction Shirley was pointing.

The man was indeed quite handsome.

Young, handsome, tall and slender, with a pale complexion, exquisite facial features like a sculpture.

Dressed in a dark suit, he exuded elegance and extraordinary temperament.

But this handsome guy was Helena’s soon-to-be ex-husband, Willis.

His gaze was clearly directed at her, not Shirley.

Perhaps women tend to be self-delusional, Helena thought.

As their eyes met, Willis smiled and nodded slightly at her, then exchanged a few words with the director before striding towards them.

Shirley abruptly stopped in her tracks, vigorously wiping her clothes with her hands.

Helena also stopped, looking at her with a slightly puzzled expression, “Why aren’t you moving?”

With wide eyes, Shirley stared at Willis, who was now excited and seemed to have forgotten Helena’s question.

When Willis approached them.

Shirley quickly reached out her hand, enthusiastically saying, “Hello handsome, I’m Shirley. Nice to meet you. What should I call you?”

Willis didn’t extend his hand for a handshake, just gave her a faint glance and said, “I’m looking for Helena.”

Shirley hastily grabbed Helena’s arm, smiling, “She’s my good friend. We share the same birthday. If you’re looking for her, you’re looking for me too.”

Helena couldn’t help but find it amusing.

She didn’t expect Shirley to be so amusing.

Willis clearly had no patience to deal with her, directly lifted his hand, placed it on Helena’s shoulder, and pulled her into his embrace, saying, “Having lunch together?”

“Sure,” Helena replied.

Shirley was dumbfounded, “Helena, do you know this handsome guy? Who is he to you? Why is he hugging you?”

Helena chuckled, “We know each other, and our relationship is somewhat close.”

As a couple, sometimes intimate, sometimes distant, like strangers.

Hearing that their relationship was somewhat close, Shirley thought they were relatives, her eyes shining again. Just as she was about to speak, Willis’s patience had run out. He directly put his arm around Helena and walked away.

Shirley was left bewildered.