Helena finally lifted her head, and her eyes locked onto the stranger standing before her.
His expression gave nothing away, yet the air around him felt heavy, his presence exuding an intimidating pressure.
Bryson called him Callum, and she knew that name. Callum Davies was Bryson's elder brother.
In Glurora's elite circle, Callum's name carried even more weight than Bryson's ever could.
People rarely spoke about him in detail, but everyone knew the same thing—he was powerful and ruthless, not one to cross.
Callum calmly raised a hand and nudged his gold-rimmed glasses higher, choosing not to respond to Bryson's question.
For a brief second, his eyes drifted to the red mark on Helena's shoulder.
After that, his attention turned toward Charlee beside Bryson, and his voice was cold as he said, "If my memory is correct, Helena is your wife, not this woman. Do not let your messy distractions embarrass the Davies family."
The man's voice was pleasant, and it made Helena's heart skip a beat.
This was their first encounter, but something about him felt strangely familiar.
Was she imagining it?
Helena shut her eyes for a moment, composing herself.
Beside Bryson, Charlee immediately let go of his arm, fear locking her throat completely.
The quiet threat woven into Callum's tone made Bryson stiffen.
Instinctively, he tried to defend Charlee, and his voice came out trembling a little. "Callum, you have it wrong. There is nothing between Charlee and me. I have always treated her like family."
Then, as though remembering the right thing to do, he shifted his stance and wrapped an arm around Helena's waist, pulling her closer.
His voice softened. "You know that Helena is the only one I love. I would never do anything that could hurt her."
Callum's gaze turned sharper the second he saw Bryson's hand on Helena's waist.
"Do not forget what you just said," he warned in a low voice.
After that, he stepped away and slid into his car. The black Bentley pulled away, and within moments, it vanished from sight.
A sick feeling surged in Helena's stomach, and she quickly knocked Bryson's hand away.
Straightening up, she faced the man she had once loved with everything she had.
Her voice came out cold enough to cut. "Bryson, you do not even remember what you promised me before."
Bryson blinked, clearly not understanding her.
Helena continued, "That emerald sculpture once belonged to my father. I will not give it to anyone else. I'm not feeling well. I will go back now."
With that, she turned and left.
Bryson stood there and didn't follow her.
No wonder Helena had acted so out of character today and even slapped him.
He hadn't paid attention to that detail at all. He would just smooth things over later, like always.
Still...
His mind drifted back to Callum appearing at the auction and the way his words had quietly defended Helena. A ridiculous suspicion crept in.
Was Callum the mysterious bidder?
"My birthday present... Helena took it," Charlee said suddenly, snapping Bryson out of his thoughts.
She clung to his arm, pouting as she pressed herself closer.
Bryson immediately softened his tone. "Forget that piece. I can get you something even better. Anything you want."
Charlee swallowed down her bitterness. This small failure didn't matter. Everything Helena had would belong to her eventually.
With that thought, she put on a sweet smile and nodded obediently.
***
As soon as Helena got home, she went to the study and quickly began reviewing all the assets she and Bryson had.
She pulled out her phone, found her lawyer's number, and called him.
"I have put together a full report of everything Bryson and I own together," Helena said evenly. "I just emailed it to you."
Wilbur Price had already opened the email. His response came without delay. "I already received it."
Helena stared at the space before her, her grip tightening until her knuckles turned pale.
At last, she asked the question that had been weighing on her.
"If Bryson is charged with bigamy, what happens to the assets we share?"
