The Divorcee Amazed the World

Helena and Shirley followed the staff, taking the elevator to the office of their young director.

The office was spacious, decorated with an antique style.

The young director sat on a black leather chair.

He looked very young, appearing to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He had a handsome and neat appearance, dressed in a black jacket. His modern attire seemed a bit out of place with the antique-style decoration.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

The young director was the man Helena had seen in the hall earlier, the one with eyes so similar to Jay’s.

Helena was stunned.

Up close, the man’s eyes looked even more like Jay’s, almost identical.

However, the resemblance was only in the eyes. Other features such as the nose, face shape, skin tone, and height were dissimilar.

In Helena’s memory, Jay was a fair and slender young man, as if he had walked out of a manga.

The man in front of her had a darker complexion, a strong and robust physique, short hair, and sharp, well-defined facial features. All masculine characteristics were distinctly visible.

He was a handsome and mature man with sharp features.

Shirley’s eyes began to shine again, whispering, “The young director is so young, handsome, and stylish.”

The man stood up from his chair, striding toward them with long legs.

Helena stood quietly, staring directly into his eyes.

Those eyes were like keys unlocking painful memories for her. When opened, they revealed layers of untouchable pain.

The man reached Helena and extended his right hand, politely saying, “Hello, Helena, I’m Jay.”

Upon hearing the name “Jay,” Helena hesitated for a moment. Subconsciously, she looked at the hand he was extending-long, powerful fingers, with a thin callus on both sides of the index finger.

It was the hand of someone who had held a gun for a long time.

Shirley, seeing Helena standing motionless, gave her a nudge, “Helena, shake hands with him.”

Helena then reached out to shake his hand.

They shook hands for a very long time, longer than a normal handshake.

Since Helena saw Jay’s eyes, her mind had been in a daze, and she was not aware that the handshake had taken too long.

It wasn’t until Shirley coughed and said, “Helena, quickly open the painting,” that Helena realized she had lost her composure. She hurriedly withdrew her hand from his.

Jay reached for the painting, and with a slight lift of his eyelashes, he glanced at Helena’s left hand, which had been injured by a door being slammed.

Such a beautiful set of fingers now had a scar, and the nails were still tinged with a dark purplish color, not completely healed.

His gaze turned cold, and he took the painting, unfolding it without showing any emotion. He carefully examined the image, the paper, and the several red seals on it, saying, “This is a genuine work by M. H. How much do you plan to sell it for?”

Shirley hastily said, “I checked online, and the transaction prices over the years have all been over ten million.”

Jay ignored her and asked Helena again, “How much do you plan to sell it for?”

Pale-faced, Helena was absent-minded, absentmindedly saying, “Whatever.”

Jay placed the painting on the table and calmly stated, “I’ll offer twelve million. I’ll buy this painting.”

Helena was extremely surprised, “You want to buy it?”

Jay nodded slightly, “My father is an avid collector.”

Seeing that he was serious, Helena regained her composure and said, “This painting is severely damaged. I repaired it, and there’s no need to offer such a high price.”

Whether it had been repaired or not could be determined by instruments.

Helena didn’t want to hide it, and she couldn’t hide it.

Jay looked down at her with an expressionless face, “Money can’t buy what I like. Let’s settle at twelve million. Cash or bank transfer?”

Helena hesitated for a moment, “Either is fine.”

“Provide the account number; I’ll have the finance department transfer the money to you.”

Helena didn’t expect him to be so straightforward. After a moment’s hesitation, she said, “Aren’t you going to have an appraiser authenticate it first?”

Jay glanced at the painting on the table, his tone decisive, “M. H’s works are top-notch, and it’s hard for ordinary people to imitate. Even if they do, they can only imitate the form but not capture his charm. This painting has both form and spirit, a genuine piece. The seals on it are also genuine. I trust my own eyes.”

Helena wanted to say more.

Shirley touched her hand, indicating that she shouldn’t say more.

Helena then provided her bank account.

It seemed that the young director had enabled the real-time large-sum transfer function. After signing the contract, Helena received a notification of twelve million credited to her account.

Things went too smoothly, and Helena felt a bit unreal, dazed and dreamlike.

After expressing her “thank you” to Jay, she left with Shirley.

Outside the door, she heard the man call out from behind, “Helena.”

That “Helena” sounded as if it contained deep affection.

For some reason, Helena’s eyes suddenly had a thin layer of tears.