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When Helena Lane arrived at the police station, dawn had yet to break.
Tiny snowflakes swirled in the night wind, melting as soon as they touched the ground, leaving a muddy mess.
Two hours earlier, Helena had received news that her newlywed husband, Kenneth Keller, had been arrested on suspicion of assault. Not wanting to alarm her family, she came alone as his lawyer and closest relative.
Seated in the visitation room, Helena was focused on cleaning the grayish mud off her high heels when Kenneth entered, escorted by two officers.
Seeing her, his eyes flickered with a hint of surprise before he casually slouched into the seat across from her, looking more relaxed than he ever did at home.
There wasn’t a hint of panic in his demeanor and certainly no trace of fear.
As the heir to one of Greenwick’s most powerful family empires, Kenneth was notorious for his rebellious streak, acting with complete disregard for convention and authority.
Fear?
It was something others felt around him, not the other way around.
Had it not been for the high-ranking officer overseeing the case, he wouldn’t have been here at all, no matter what trouble he caused.
Helena stared at him, expressionless, and got straight to the point. “Mr. Keller, care to explain what happened last night?”
Kenneth draped his arms over the back of the chair, lazily studying the woman seated opposite him, who looked all serious and professional.
Her camel cashmere coat was pressed to perfection, her clear, unblemished face free of makeup, and her low ponytail perfectly in place.
She showed none of the anger or panic one might expect from a wife who’d just learned of her husband’s charges.
Her demeanor was all business.
“And are you asking as the corporate attorney, or…” he let his lips curl slightly, pausing deliberately, then lowered his voice to a murmur, “as my wife?”
The low, suggestive tone seemed to linger in the air, but Helena remained unfazed, her gaze cool. “Is there a difference?”
He raised an eyebrow. “If you’re here as an attorney, I want a replacement.”
He paused, then gave her a sidelong glance, a touch of mischief gleaming in his eyes. “If you’re here as my wife, then you should start by calling me ‘honey.’”
Helena glanced at him, completely unamused by the little game he was playing in a situation like this. This was all too typical of him.
“If the charges stick, you’ll be looking at three to ten years behind bars.” Helena’s cool voice was laced with sarcasm as she added, “Tired of your fancy feasts, Mr. Keller? Thought you’d try bread and pickles for a change?”
Kenneth met her mildly annoyed gaze. He was entirely unfazed and even held a roguish grin. “What, worried about me?”
Seeing that Kenneth had no intention of cooperating, Helena, who had only come as a formality, decided not to waste any more time and rose to leave.
“This is the police station, Mr. Keller. Talking nonsense here is more troublesome than keeping silent,” she reminded him, urging him not to spout off.
“And remember, we signed a prenuptial agreement.”
Feelings of attachment had no place in their contractual, paper-thin marriage.
Were it not for the fact that he was needed at the South City project bidding event that afternoon—or the concern that his grandmother would worry if she learned of his arrest—she wouldn’t have bothered with him at all.
It wasn’t until Helena’s figure disappeared through the door that Kenneth slowly withdrew his gaze. She hadn’t even glanced back, completely indifferent to whether or not he’d assaulted another woman.
But then again, to her, their marriage was never real.
She’d personally drafted the prenuptial agreement and had never considered him a life partner.
In truth, she had never intended for him to play any lasting role in her life.
The roguish smile on his handsome face faded gradually. His eyelids lowered, and his eyes held a barely perceptible hint of disappointment.
Ten minutes later, Helena found herself outside the interview room, facing the lead officer, Eric Langston.
After five years, Eric’s aura was more intimidating than ever, radiating a fierce, unapproachable presence that surpassed even what she remembered.
Helena had anticipated seeing Eric at the police station, but when she finally faced him, she paused for a couple of seconds to collect herself.
Five years ago, Helena could never have guessed that, Eric, her frugal, hardworking senior—a man she’d worked part-time jobs with—came from a prominent family.
That was until Eric’s mother warned her, “A beggar of unknown origin, a stray the Keller family took in, daring to latch onto my son? Take a good look at yourself!
“My son has a fiancée—someone whose family background, upbringing, and character make you unworthy to even shine her shoes. Oh, and in case you didn’t know, they’ll be going abroad together soon.
“You’d better understand your place and stop shamelessly clinging to my son. Getting rid of someone as low as you is easier than squashing an ant.”
Before she turned seven, Helena had been forced to beg on the streets, only to be rescued during a police raid on a human trafficking ring.
Since her parents were never identified through the DNA database, she was sent to an orphanage. She grew up used to the scorn of others but never had she felt such raw humiliation.
It was as though her dignity had been ripped away, thrown to the ground, and trampled upon.
Any feelings she had for Eric vanished completely. If he hadn’t hidden his identity, she wouldn’t have suffered this shame. Out of pride and resentment, she never saw him again after that, even after he graduated.
As time went by, Helena realized that Eric’s mother had been behind it all and that she might have directed some of her resentment toward him unfairly.
With a polite yet distant smile, Helena broke the silence. “Eric, it’s been a long time.”
Eric assessed Helena with an impassive gaze. Seeing her composed demeanor, he raised his brows slightly and nodded.
He then turned and entered the interview room first.
Helena exhaled deeply, steeling herself as she followed him inside as a witness. Her marriage to Kenneth was a well-kept secret. Aside from close family, no one knew they were married.
Kenneth refused to cooperate with the police, adamantly withholding any details about what happened the previous night.
Left with no choice, Helena had to implement a backup plan: testifying as his wife.
After all, rumor had it that in Wellington's criminal investigations division, Eric was known as the “Judge"—once he set his sights on someone, even the smallest sins from birth would be unearthed.
Kenneth, being the reckless type, was bound to have skeletons in his closet.
With the South City project at a critical juncture and Kenneth’s role as CEO on the line, this was the worst possible time for a scandal.
Moreover, his grandmother's frail health couldn't withstand such a shock.
Helena knew she had to protect him, both for professional and personal reasons.
Once the deposition was complete, Eric regarded Helena with a complicated expression. “When did you and Mr. Keller get married?”
Helena met his intense gaze, feeling a slight ripple in her heart before quickly composing herself.
She replied calmly, “Almost a month ago. Would you like to see the marriage certificate?”
It had only been a month since Eric had applied for a transfer back to Greenwick. Had it not been for a minor delay in the paperwork...
Eric’s gaze darkened, and after a moment, he spoke with difficulty, “Are you certain you were with him the entire night?”
After a brief pause, he added, “As a lawyer, you should be aware of the consequences of perjury.”
Sensing his doubt, Helena took a deep breath and responded with professional confidence. “According to Article 305 of the Criminal Code, committing perjury is punishable by up to three years in prison or detention. In serious cases, it carries a sentence of three to seven years.
"And if a lawyer commits a crime intentionally, their license will be revoked. Which is precisely why my testimony carries even more weight.”
Kenneth had been accused of breaking into a hotel room at 12:37 a.m., assaulting a female celebrity, and not leaving until more than two hours had passed.
Testifying as his wife, Helena claimed that Kenneth had been home until just before midnight, stepping out only at 11:57 p.m. By her calculations, even in the fastest sports car, it would take at least an hour to reach the hotel from their house.
Moreover, she had obtained all surveillance footage from the route Kenneth took after leaving, each clip showing him driving past, proving he had no time to commit the crime.

Chapter 0002
"The police retrieved hotel surveillance screenshots that show the perpetrator wearing a mask. Basing suspicion on nothing more than a similar build and hairstyle is clearly insufficient evidence.”
Helena’s voice was calm but precise, each word landing with conviction.
Eric felt a slight ringing in his ears from her firm tone.
Watching her, who was radiating professional confidence, he couldn’t help but recall how she once dominated the debate stage back in college with the same spirit.
The secondary officer, noticing Eric’s silence, couldn’t hold back. “The victim identified him personally, and we found DNA that matches Mr. Keller’s—that’s our strongest evidence!”
Helena’s sharp, clear gaze didn’t waver; she remained as composed as ever, unshaken. “After more than two hours of alleged assault, not a single fingerprint or any other biological trace was recovered from the victim or the scene. I have every reason to believe Kenneth is being framed.”
The secondary officer protested, “What if he knew how to cover his tracks, cleaning the scene thoroughly?”
“What if?” Helena’s lips curved slightly, and her eyes held a confident gleam. “What if he wasn’t there at all? It’s the police’s duty to eliminate reasonable doubt; the law doesn’t permit presumption of guilt.”
The officer was left speechless, eventually turning to Eric for backup, only to see him staring at Helena in a daze. Unable to resist, he nudged Eric with his elbow.
“You…do you really believe him?” Eric finally came to his senses, his voice hoarse as he asked.
Helena paused, taken aback.
Did she believe Kenneth?
Ever since she was adopted by the Keller family at ten, supposedly due to a favorable fortune reading, she had witnessed Kenneth’s defiance and disregard for rules and morals, his actions always based on his whims.
But when she received the news of his arrest around three in the morning, even knowing the police had collected his DNA, her first move hadn’t been to go to the station.
Instead, she’d instructed someone to look for evidence of his alibi.
Subconsciously, when it came to this matter, she actually trusted Kenneth!
No matter how he usually acted out, he’d never crossed that line.
This realization brought an inexplicable unease to her heart.
She averted her gaze from Eric and said softly but firmly, “I only trust the evidence.”
Eric watched her, remaining silent for a long time.
With the alibi evidence presented, Kenneth’s suspicion was reduced. Given his influential status, the police had no choice but to grant Helena’s request for bail.
“Someone actually managed to wrest a detainee from the captain’s hands—looks like we’re in for a miracle,” murmured an officer.
"Miss Lane works for the legal department at Keller Corporation, doesn’t she? She’s not only beautiful but also impressively skilled with criminal cases—definitely worth a second look."
"She’s actually two years his junior—they’re both alumni. With all her achievements, how did they not know each other back then?"
Eric stood by the window, the officers' murmurs buzzing in his ears, his sharp gaze fixed on the scene below.
The tall, commanding figure of a man walked out of the police station, following a slender woman. From behind, they looked like a perfect match, though it stung to watch.
Eric’s hands, hanging at his sides, clenched instinctively.
Memories from five years ago surfaced vividly.
At graduation, his family arranged for him to study abroad. Before leaving, he asked Helena to meet him, intending to confess his feelings. If she was willing, he’d take her with him; he’d even secured a spot for her at the same school.
But from evening until dawn, he waited for five long hours.
Helena never showed, and then she blocked his number.
Unable to let go, he sought her out that night, only to witness Helena stepping out of Kenneth’s car, her clothes disheveled.
Sensing his presence, Kenneth shifted to block her view, shielding her as they headed toward the house.
One of Kenneth’s security guards quickly covered Eric’s mouth and dragged him to the side entrance.
Eric struggled, desperate to confront Helena and find out what had happened but was met with Kenneth’s unrestrained fist.
"She’s mine. Try to get close to her again, and I don’t care if your last name’s Langston—I’ll end you life."
After that night, every attempt Eric made to see Helena was thwarted by Kenneth. Finally, Kenneth “accidentally” called him, letting him hear Helena say she didn’t want to see him and never would.
Eric had given himself five years to let go, yet he still couldn’t.
But now, he had come back only to find he was one step too late!
Back then, Eric sensed that Helena had feelings for him.
Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the surge of resentment and resisted the urge to rush down and pull Helena away.
Kenneth, initially following leisurely behind Helena, suddenly quickened his pace as they approached the car, as though sensing something.
He wrapped an arm around her, his touch overly intimate.
Helena’s body went rigid, and she instinctively tried to push him off with a frown. "What’s gotten into you now?"
"Didn’t sleep all night—can’t walk straight," Kenneth replied, completely unbothered, practically leaning his full weight onto her shoulder.
Helena muttered, “Serves you right,” under her breath.
Realizing they were almost at the car and that she couldn’t budge him, she gave up and resigned herself to dragging him along like a dead weight.
Fortunately, ever since Kenneth had pushed her into the fountain when she was twelve, she’d kept up with self-defense training over the years, enough to prevent him from easily knocking her over.
Finally reaching the car, Kenneth, in a rare moment of consideration, opened the door for her and even held a hand above the frame to protect her from bumping her head.
Helena eyed him warily. “What are you up to now?”
From the first day she’d met Kenneth, she’d learned that the prettier the smile, the more dangerous the person.
"I'm Kenneth Keller; you can call me Ken!"
Helena had never seen such a beautiful boy before.
Standing in the sunlight, he looked like a porcelain doll that glowed. His bright smile eased some of her nervousness at being in her new home.
She shyly placed her hand in his.
But the next moment, his smile turned malicious and dangerous.
She felt something slimy squirm in her palm, and when she looked down, a small green snake was flicking its tongue at her. Horrified, Helena fainted instantly.
He was worse than the kids who bullied her back at the orphanage.
As Kenneth grew older, his methods of teasing and tormenting Helena became endlessly inventive.
Helena went from feeling nervous and afraid to a constant state of vigilance, learning to gauge the level of danger just by reading his expressions and movements.
Just like now.
Her entire body tensed, ready to respond at any moment.
Kenneth’s roguish grin spread across his finely sculpted face, softening with an unusual gentleness. “Coming all the way here early in the morning to rescue me from 'Judge Langston'—thanks for the effort, honey.”
Helena held his gaze for a few seconds, assessing the threat level. Confirming it was low, she mentally deactivated her alert. She rubbed her arms discreetly, trying to shake off the goosebumps, then leaned down and got into the car.
Kenneth shut the door for her and made his way around to the passenger side. Before getting in, he shot a smug, defiant grin and lifted his brows at a particular window of the police station, oozing satisfaction.
“Where did you actually go last night?” Helena finally asked after they’d driven a fair distance from the station.
Though she’d found enough evidence to prove Kenneth didn’t have time to commit the crime, the police had still found his DNA at the scene, a fact that couldn’t be overlooked.
Without clearing up this detail, his suspicion wouldn’t fully dissipate.
Knowing his movements would allow Helena to defend him more effectively and prevent further police scrutiny.
Kenneth reclined lazily in his seat, adopting his usual indifference. He shot back with her own words, “Did you forget about the prenuptial agreement you drafted yourself, Miss Lane?”
No interference. No questions.
It was the most crucial clause in their marriage agreement, second only to asset division—the very foundation of their contractual union.
“Mr. Keller, I have no intention of prying into your private life,” Helena said, keeping her eyes on the road as she gripped the steering wheel, patiently explaining, “Right now, you’re only out on bail. The police haven’t dropped their suspicions. Knowing your whereabouts last night is the only way to clear you.”
Kenneth suddenly sat up, turning to study the sharp lines of her profile. His eyes flickered slightly, and his voice held a faint, almost undetectable trace of tension. “Do you…believe I didn’t do it?”

Chapter 0003
Helena ignored Kenneth’s odd look and said coolly, "What kind of woman could you possibly not get, Mr. Keller? You don’t need to stoop to something so low."
In terms of looks, wealth, and power, Kenneth was a constant presence in the country’s top three "Most Eligible Bachelors" lists.
Women who fawned over him numbered in the thousands.
A month ago, on that fateful night when he’d let his guard slip—an infatuated woman had drugged him, leading to an unexpected encounter with a drunken Helena.
Kenneth scoffed and settled back into his seat, smirking. “Since you know me so well, Miss Lane, why don’t you take a guess at where I was last night?”
Helena frowned slightly. “Mr. Keller, your lack of cooperation will only prolong the police investigation.”
“And so what?” Kenneth scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “Are you worried the police will dig too deep, or are you more concerned that someone else might come up empty-handed?”
Realizing he’d let slip more than he intended, Kenneth quickly shifted his focus, glancing at the upcoming intersection. “Take a left here and drop me off at the Starlight Club.”
Ignoring his veiled jabs, Helena kept her tone professional. “The afternoon’s bidding event is important. You’ll need to attend in top form.”
Without a word, she continued driving in the opposite direction, away from the club.
Kenneth was silent for a moment, then lifted his gaze with a wry smile. “Miss Lane, are you planning to breach the marriage agreement? Because if that’s the case, then I could ask you to fulfill certain marital duties.”
Screech!
The car came to an abrupt halt.
The white sedan quickly reversed direction and headed straight for Greenwick’s largest entertainment club.
When Kenneth chose to be reckless, nothing—not even a contract—could rein him in. The only reason he upheld their agreement was that Helena had followed it to the letter. If she broke it, what right did she have to expect him to do the same?
Though Kenneth was unpredictable, he never shirked his responsibilities. After a night out and a morning spent at Starlight, he still showed up impeccably dressed and right on time for the afternoon bidding event.
But as soon as it ended, he vanished once again.
Helena was on her way back to the office when she received a call from Kenneth’s grandmother, Rachel Wilson.
“Helena, the bidding event is over, right? Don’t forget to come home with Kenneth for dinner tonight!”
That was when it hit Helena—it was the end of the month.
The Keller family rule required every family member in Greenwick to return home for dinner on the last day of the month, no matter how busy they were.
Kenneth never took that family rule seriously; it was always up to Helena to remind him.
This time, however, she’d been too busy reviewing bid documents and dealing with Kenneth’s issues at the police station that morning, so the reminder had slipped her mind.
Not wanting to disappoint Rachel, Helena reluctantly called Kenneth three times.
But he didn’t answer his phone.
Kenneth was too independent to tolerate bodyguards trailing him. His protection detail consisted of covert security, hidden and discreet.
Helena hesitated, ultimately deciding not to ask them for his whereabouts.
They only answered to Kenneth, and they might not tell her anyway.
Besides, if he found out she’d been trying to track him down, who knew what kind of reaction she’d face?
Left with no choice, Helena headed to the Starlight Club on the off chance he’d be there.
It seemed her luck was in her favor. She had been to the club a few times before with her friend, Miranda Cook, so the manager recognized her.
Upon learning she was looking for Kenneth, he graciously offered to pass along the message.
After a few minutes, the manager returned, looking pale, and shook his head apologetically. "Miss Lane, I’m sorry, but Mr. Keller said he’s unavailable."
Helena lowered her gaze, keeping her expression unchanged.
When the manager had opened the door to enter, she’d caught a quick glimpse inside.
In the room, a sultry woman in a skimpy outfit was moving suggestively to the music, clinging to a pole in a dance. She hadn’t seen Kenneth directly, but with such a lively atmosphere, it was clear he wasn’t short of female company.
So, he was irritated that she’d interrupted his fun.
Helena offered the manager a polite smile, slipped him a few bills from her wallet as a tip, and left the club, heading back to her car.
“Five minutes. If you don’t come down by then, I’m leaving. You can explain yourself to Grandma.”
Helena pulled out her phone, found Kenneth’s profile picture, and quickly sent him a message. The last text she’d sent him was a month ago, forwarding the marriage agreement, to which he’d replied with a curt “Whatever.”
After hitting send, she set a five-minute countdown on her phone, leaned back in her seat, and closed her eyes to rest.
Kenneth had been raised by Rachel and held a deep respect for her.
Helena had once overheard someone joking, “Kenneth Keller fears nothing and no one—except a call from his grandmother.”
While an exaggeration, there was truth to it.
Kenneth, like an untamed stallion, answered to no one… except Rachel.
Sure enough, with five seconds left on the countdown, the passenger door flew open.
As Kenneth slid into the car, a blast of icy wind rushed in, making Helena shiver as her eyes snapped open.
“Grown some nerve, haven’t you? Threatening me now?” Kenneth’s eyes narrowed even further, his gaze sharp and dangerous.
Before Helena could respond, her phone’s alarm went off. It was the countdown reminder.
She casually switched it off and started the car. “You flatter me, Mr. Keller. I didn’t mean to ruin your fun, but today is a special case. After all, Grandma is waiting for you.”
Kenneth’s frustration turned to a bitter smile as he replied with a mocking tone, “Too bad your last name isn’t Keller. Otherwise, people might think you’re her real grandchild.”
With a frustrated exhale, he slammed the passenger door shut, making the car jolt slightly as it pulled away from the curb.
The biting chill that had entered quickly faded, replaced by the warmth of the car’s heater—set to full, just the way Helena liked it in the cramped space since she hated the cold.
Helena kept her hands steady on the wheel, stealing a quick sideways glance at Kenneth.
The dim overhead light cast a warm, amber glow over his sculpted profile, softening the sharp lines of his face and adding an unreadable depth to his eyes.
She lowered her gaze, instinctively avoiding any unnecessary confrontation.
When Rachel chose Helena from the orphanage, she’d been explicit about her intentions: adopting and supporting Helena was all for the benefit of her grandson, Kenneth.
Helena was to be his subordinate, his friend, his partner, and possibly even his wife.
But not even Rachel could have predicted that Kenneth would see Helena as a rival.
From her first day in the Keller family, Kenneth had made it his mission to give Helena a hard time.
Initially, Helena thought her presence was unwelcome and that perhaps he genuinely disliked her.
Later, she realized it was jealousy driving him.
He resented her for the affection Rachel showed her, feeling as if she had stolen his exclusive bond with Rachel.
Once Helena understood that, she stopped trying to earn Kenneth’s approval and kept her distance as much as possible.
Her path was clear: to be Kenneth’s loyal subordinate, protect him, and repay the Keller family’s support and care.
Everything unfolded as she planned.
After graduating from college, she joined Keller Corporation’s legal department, shielding Kenneth’s reckless behavior and ensuring he maintained his CEO position.
But everything changed the night they, both drunk, slept together—and were caught by Rachel.
To ease Rachel’s worries, Kenneth approached Helena with a proposal for a contractual marriage.
In exchange, once the timing was right, they would divorce, and she would be free to live her life as she pleased.
Freeing herself from the burden of the Keller family’s debt was something Helena secretly yearned for; deep down, she had no desire to remain entangled with Kenneth.
But then, just as they were settling into the marriage, Rachel fell ill, diagnosed with a terminal condition after being hospitalized from the initial shock.
To ease Rachel’s mind, Helena agreed to Kenneth’s proposal.
Though she wasn’t Rachel’s biological granddaughter—and Rachel’s decision to adopt her had been partly self-serving—over the years, Helena had felt genuine love and care from Rachel.
In her heart, she had come to see Rachel as her only family in the world.
Not wanting to leave any regrets behind for her, Helena resolved to make this contract marriage appear as genuine as possible.
Until the end, she would maintain the pretense of playing the role of a devoted wife to give Rachel peace.

Chapter 0004
At the entrance of the Keller Estate.
After Helena parked the car, Kenneth silently stepped out.
Seeing this, Helena quickly got out as well and hurried to follow. They had to put on a complete act in front of Rachel, pretending to be a deeply affectionate couple.
Fortunately, Kenneth kept his composure.
Just as they approached the main gate, he paused for a brief moment.
Seizing the opportunity, Helena stepped forward, gently wrapping her hand around his arm.
Kenneth’s movements stiffened slightly. He slowly lowered his gaze, eyeing her slender hand resting on the crook of his arm.
Helena took a deep breath, lifted her gaze, and smiled at him. “For Grandma’s sake, please bear with me, dear husband.”
“Likewise.” Kenneth’s thin lips curved slightly, his tone carrying a hint of mockery. “Thank you for your hard work, dear wife.”
After a brief pause, he lifted his other hand and firmly pressed down on the back of Helena’s hand, giving her a meaningful smile before striding forward.
Caught off guard, Helena stumbled slightly, managing to steady herself after a moment. Yet, his smile left her heart racing, filled with unease.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that Kenneth was quietly plotting something again!
The Keller Estate was a traditional classical manor, elegant and refined, crafted with ingenuity. The architecture lay nestled by hills and waters, with layered courtyards and pavilions.
Helena and Kenneth followed the servant for a while before arriving at the main dining hall.
Inside the brightly lit dining hall, the large mahogany dining table, intricately carved, was already surrounded by family members.
The Keller family of Greenwick had nearly a century of history, but by Kenneth's grandfather's generation, the line had dwindled to just two sons and a daughter—none of whom had lived up to expectations.
Kenneth’s grandfather, Walter Keller, had three children, each a disappointment in their own way. The eldest son was rebellious, storming out of the family home after Walter opposed his marriage to a mysterious dancer. Since that day, he vanished without a trace.
The second son, Kenneth’s father, Raymond Keller, made his escape with a mistress, choosing to leave on the rainy night of Kenneth’s third birthday, only to meet his end in a car accident.
Walter’s only daughter went abroad for school, fell for a delinquent, and chose to sever ties with her family rather than return.
Hurt by his children, Walter grew indifferent toward Kenneth, instead investing his hopes in the extended family’s descendants.
Near the end of his life, he nearly handed over the Keller family assets to his nephew.
But Rachel intervened decisively. Leading a team of lawyers, she reclaimed control over the Keller family, defying opposition to appoint Kenneth as CEO of Keller Corporation.
However, in the years Walter had been lenient, the extended family had embedded themselves within the Keller Corporation, securing key positions in various critical departments.
Now and then, they continued their schemes, still aiming to wrest control of Keller Corporation from Kenneth.
Rachel was fully aware of everything, but her age left her with limited strength; all she could do was maintain the delicate balance between Kenneth and the extended Keller family.
In the banquet hall, only the members of the extended family were seated alongside Rachel. The head seat remained vacant, and the tableware set, as always, was reserved for Walter.
Rachel, who had been listlessly listening to their complaints, brightened as soon as she saw Kenneth and Helena enter. Her eyes sparkled as she beckoned them over with a smile. "Ken, Lena, you're back! Come, have a seat!"
The relatives who had been talking with Rachel were visibly displeased at being ignored, despite their attempts to hide it.
Kenneth, however, appeared oblivious, leading Helena with confidence to sit beside Rachel. Leaning in, he whispered something to Rachel that had her laughing with joy, her gaze shifting periodically to Helena’s abdomen.
Helena’s unease only grew stronger. With Rachel present, she couldn’t say anything directly, so when Kenneth turned to look at her, she shot him a warning look to stay quiet.
He merely smirked with a laid-back, roguish grin, which made her grit her teeth and glare at him with even more frustration.
To onlookers, however, this seemed like an affectionate exchange, with the young couple exchanging flirtatious glances.
Not only had they kept everyone waiting, showing up late to the family dinner without so much as an apology, but they were now putting on a show of intimacy, clearly not taking the others seriously.
Recalling Kenneth's usual audacious demeanor, the uncles were increasingly irritated. Kenneth’s eldest relative, Jerome Keller, was the first to break the silence.
“I thought the bidding meeting for the South City project ended this afternoon. Did you two go off to a celebration party afterward?”
With Jerome setting the tone, other relatives quickly chimed in.
"What celebration could possibly be more important than a family dinner? Ken, we may overlook certain things you do outside, but traditions passed down through generations deserve respect."
“Helena, Grandma has spent years teaching and guiding you, yet instead of keeping Ken in check, you go along with his antics. You’re letting her down!”
Subtle verbal jabs came at her from all directions.
Helena, long accustomed to this, kept her gaze lowered and ignored their insinuating remarks, turning a deaf ear to the sharp-edged words aimed her way.
After all, with Kenneth here, he would be the one to handle these people when things got out of control.
Sure enough, in the next instant, Kenneth's smile vanished.
He suddenly hurled the expensive teacup in his hand, sending it crashing across the room.
The sharp sound of shattering porcelain echoed through the banquet hall, creating an atmosphere of intense pressure that radiated from him, silencing everyone in an instant.
Even the small child in someone's arms was too frightened to make a sound.
“Celebration dinner, family dinner—it doesn’t matter. If there’s food, just eat and be content, but know your limits. Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to make what you eat go right back out.
“The biggest rule in the Keller family is that there are no rules. Otherwise, none of you would be here making pointless remarks.
“Neither I nor Grandma see any issues with Helena being the next matriarch, yet you all feel entitled to judge. If you’re so eager to critique, should I air some of your dirty laundry so we can all evaluate each other?”
Kenneth crossed his arms and leaned back, one leg resting casually over the other, his gaze lingering on Jerome for a moment before sweeping lazily around the room. His expression was like that of a grim reaper in idle contemplation, deciding which one of them he might claim next.
The unfiltered suggestion, the blatant sarcasm—even an obvious challenge glimmered in his eyes.
Hearing the implication behind his words, the extended members of the family felt both offended and afraid, their discomfort evident as they instinctively looked toward Jerome for direction.
"Ken, we’re your elders, just offering reminders for your own good and for the family’s sake," Jerome replied, holding Kenneth’s sharp gaze for a moment before shifting to Helena. "Since we're on the topic of secrets, why don’t we let Helena explain why she was at the police station this morning?"
At that, Helena’s heart skipped a beat.
She’d received a call from the police that morning and had promptly informed the PR department to keep the news tightly contained.
Yet somehow, Jerome knew she had gone to the police station that morning!
Helena instinctively glanced at Kenneth, only to find him seated there, arms crossed, a faintly amused look in his eyes as he noticed her gaze. Years of understanding between them meant that with just one look, Helena grasped his intention.
He was subtly hinting at Jerome’s embezzlement, deliberately provoking him by implying he could make him spit it back out.
Jerome, who had never taken Kenneth seriously, wasn’t one to tolerate a threat and quickly struck back.
But in doing so, he unwittingly exposed his weakness.
Yet Kenneth had used her as bait without warning, setting her up as part of his ploy to corner Jerome! Helena clenched her fists discreetly, gritting her teeth in silence.
Her instincts hadn’t let her down—Kenneth was definitely up to something, setting this trap with her squarely in the middle of it.
She knew he was about to throw her under the bus, yet she had no choice but to play along, as if she were a willing partner in the scheme.
It was maddening!
If not for Rachel’s presence, Helena truly would have loved to walk out and let Kenneth handle this on his own.
Sensing the tension, Rachel looked over anxiously and asked, “Lena, is everything alright?”
“Grandma.” Helena took a deep breath, calming herself before gently patting Rachel’s hand with a reassuring smile. “If something was wrong, would I still be here sitting beside you?”
Rachel still seemed unconvinced and glanced at Kenneth, who nodded lazily with a faint smile, which finally put her at ease.
Taking advantage of the moment, Helena shot Kenneth a quick glare before turning back, her expression subtly mocking as she looked at Jerome.
“Uncle Jerome, I didn’t expect you to be so concerned about me, knowing my whereabouts in such detail. To an outsider, it might look as if you’d had someone tailing me!”
Helena indirectly called out Jerome’s surveillance, tossing the ball back into his court with effortless poise.
“As your niece-in-law, I may not be the brightest, but I truly don’t understand what you’re implying. Why don’t you clarify what exactly it is that I’ve done that’s so questionable?”

Chapter 0005
Jerome knew he’d misspoken, yet he hardly cared that Helena had caught him slipping.
“This morning, you rushed off to the police station—wasn’t it to reconnect with that new captain of the station, Eric Langston?”
Helena’s heart skipped a beat.
Not only was Jerome fully aware of her whereabouts, but he also knew she was acquainted with Eric.
She’d underestimated Jerome.
After all, when she met Eric seven years ago, he was reserved and unapproachable, always keeping his distance from others.
Moreover, his mother had erased all traces of her connection with Eric to remove the stain she posed on their family, clearing all records and keeping everything well-hidden.
Almost no one knew that she and Eric had been familiar with each other, let alone shared a faintly ambiguous past.
If Jerome had the means to uncover her connection with Eric, he could just as easily find out why Kenneth had gone to the police station.
Hinting at an old flame between her and Eric was clearly an attempt to drive a wedge.
If she didn’t deny it, Rachel would naturally start to doubt her relationship with Kenneth. And even if Kenneth knew the truth, Jerome’s words would plant seeds of suspicion in his heart that would, over time, lead to cracks.
On the other hand, denying it would inevitably drag up the accusations of assault against Kenneth.
If Rachel found out, it would not only make her question their story of falling in love over time and choosing to marry but also leave her disappointed in Kenneth. Jerome would then seize the opportunity to make even more outrageous demands.
"Uncle Jerome, you really give me too much credit." Helena’s mind raced, though her expression remained unreadable. "If I actually had any history with Mr. Langston, I’d certainly have asked him to treat you a bit more courteously before your visit."
Jerome’s pupils contracted, and his expression, like a fractured mask, began to crack silently.
Eric’s position was indeed unique, and Jerome had specifically arranged a visit to him on the first day he arrived in Greenwick. There were countless people eager to meet him, and Jerome had struggled through numerous attempts just to secure an appointment.
When they finally met, Eric’s demeanor was cold and cutting, his gaze sharp and distant, as though he’d seen right through Jerome’s intentions from the start.
In an attempt to bridge the gap, Jerome had mentioned Helena, who had once been Eric’s schoolmate.
Unexpectedly, what was initially supposed to be a brief five-minute meeting turned into a half-hour conversation with Eric. And just last night, despite the gravity of the incident surrounding Kenneth—witnesses and evidence stacked against him—Helena had still managed to bail him out from the station.
After all, Eric wasn’t just any officer; he was known as the "Judge."
Sensing an opportunity, Jerome had dropped hints in front of everyone, trying to gauge Helena’s relationship with Eric, hoping it would strain her connection with Kenneth.
Without Helena’s support, he was certain Rachel would eventually see Kenneth as the reckless badboy he truly was.
At that point, they could employ a few well-planned moves to seize everything from the Keller family.
Yet Jerome hadn’t anticipated that young Helena would maintain her composure so well, even managing to turn the tables on him.
The Kellers had strict rules: family members could pursue either business or government, but never both. His secret meeting with Eric was already a breach of those family principles.
Noticing the scrutinizing looks from the other relatives, particularly the sharp stares from Rachel and Kenneth, Jerome felt a pang of unease, uncertain how Helena had learned of his visit with Eric.
His chest tightened as he gritted his teeth and pressed on, “So if it wasn’t to catch up with Mr. Langston, why did you rush to the station first thing this morning?”
Before Helena could respond, she sensed something amiss and instinctively stood to shield Rachel.
A loud bang erupted in the next instant.
Kenneth, without warning, flipped the entire dining table in Jerome’s direction.
Jerome had no time to dodge as dishes, utensils, and food crashed down onto him. A plate of green vegetables landed squarely on his head, resembling a makeshift hat perched on his hair.
Ignoring Jerome’s disheveled appearance and the twisted fury on his face, Kenneth leaned back in his seat, casually wiping his fingers.
His movements were graceful, his expression relaxed as if he were seated in a tranquil riverside pavilion, leisurely listening to a distant melody.
“It seems the Keller family meal doesn’t suit everyone’s taste,” Kenneth said, his voice calm. “In that case, no one needs to eat.”
He paused briefly before adding, “And as for the end-of-month family dinner tradition, it’s time we canceled that as well.”
With a casual wave, his private guards and bodyguards emerged, promptly escorting all extended relatives out of the estate.
Rachel looked on, momentarily stunned, before giving Kenneth a disapproving glance. “Ken, you’ve managed to offend all your relatives.”
Kenneth raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “They openly disrespected me. Did they really think they wouldn’t offend me?”
Beside him, Helena felt her eye twitch. Would it ever end?
He’d clearly wanted to cancel the end-of-month dinner for a while and had finally found his excuse, all under the pretense of “protecting” her.
Rachel’s gaze shifted between Helena and Kenneth, her expression softening as she smiled knowingly. “Seeing how well you two get along really puts my mind at ease!”
“Well, since you’re at ease, how about cooperating with the doctor and focusing on getting better?” Kenneth stepped forward, gently holding Rachel’s arm, while his other hand reached around to brush Helena’s cheek, his eyes on her. “What do you say, darling?”
Though filled with frustration, Helena had no choice but to offer a sweet smile and nod.
With an exaggerated sigh, Rachel looked longingly at Helena. “Ah, if I could just hold a great-grandchild in my arms, I’d be content even in death!”
Helena’s mind immediately flashed back to Kenneth’s earlier whispered words to Rachel, which had made her repeatedly glance at Helena’s abdomen.
He must have said something he shouldn’t have!
After hesitating for a few seconds, she couldn’t bear to let Rachel down and spoke gently, “Grandma, as long as you take care of yourself, I’m sure that day will come.”
Rachel beamed with joy at Helena's response.
Since the family dinner had been cut short, Rachel instructed the staff to bring out fresh dishes.
With Helena and Kenneth accompanying her, she enjoyed an extra small plate of pasta, a rare treat, and asked them both to stay overnight at the estate so they could join her for breakfast in the morning.
Kenneth, evidently too tired to return to the Starlight Club for his usual late-night revelry, surprisingly agreed.
Helena, with no other choice, stayed as well.
They returned to the room Rachel had prepared for them. The spacious room was decorated with romantic touches, and in the soft glow of flickering candles, the atmosphere felt thick with unspoken tension.
The bed, draped in pure white sheets, was scattered with red roses arranged in a large heart shape, their rich fragrance filling the air.
Helena and Kenneth exchanged glances, both speechless.
She quickly found the light switch and turned on the overhead lights. The bright light dispelled much of the room's suggestive atmosphere.
Helena turned to Kenneth, choosing a decidedly unromantic topic. "Do you think Jerome had anything to do with the false accusations against you?"
Though phrased as a question, there was a tone of certainty in her voice.
Kenneth didn’t respond. Instead, he looked down at her with a cold, assessing gaze. “Mr. Langston—he’s still lingering around you, isn’t he?”
Seeing she didn’t immediately respond, he pressed on bluntly, as if worried she might misunderstand his meaning. “If you’re truly interested in rekindling things with him, just say so. There’s no need to sneak around behind my back.”
Kenneth was one of the few who knew about her past with Eric. His use of the word "rekindling" was laced with sarcasm.
Helena couldn’t stand it anymore and snapped, “Kenneth, what’s gotten into you? Haven’t I played along enough with all your schemes?”
Kenneth met her gaze, which was now blazing with anger, and seemed momentarily at a loss.
After a couple of seconds, he responded in a low voice, “I just don’t want to be blindsided with a betrayal like tonight.”
Thinking of Jerome’s earlier provocations, Helena took a deep breath, about to reassure Kenneth. But an inexplicable sensation began to rise within her—a warmth that felt like a spark, ready to spread like wildfire through her body.
Sensing something was off, she looked up at Kenneth, only to find his face slightly flushed, his intense gaze fixed on her. In the depths of his eyes, there was a fierce, flickering heat as if a flame had been ignited and was burning wildly.

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