Relentless Pursuit After Divorce
Chapter 341. The old lady is not accompanying anymore_1

Chapter 341: 341. The old lady is not accompanying anymore_1

Watching the ambulance grow more and more distant, Robert Green let out a long sigh.

He only took a salary for an assistant, but he worked with the dedication of a devoted mother. Who else could be an assistant to such an extent?

Pocketing his phone, he was about to leave, but after taking a single step, he abruptly stopped, a shock flashing in his eyes, "The president didn’t really pass out, did he?"

Recalling his boss’s utterly unresponsive reaction just now, Robert Green felt a chill run down his spine.

Meanwhile, Helen Melendy had dismissed the new assistant and, holding the red wine intended as an apology, saw Mr. Wood smirk lewdly as he took the glass from her, saying, "What fun is it to drink like that? Let’s change the way we drink."

Helen Melendy knew these men were up to no good. Indeed, she watched as one of them grabbed the vodka and Lopez wine from the table and mixed it into her red wine before handing it back to her.

"It’s more fun to drink this way. Lawyer Melendy looks like a hero of drinking; surely this is no problem for you," he said.

Helen Melendy narrowed her eyes, her expression darkening. The pupils of her drooping eyes tinged with a hint of malice, while the few men beside her merely offered sycophantic laughter, none of them speaking up to stop him. It was quite clear they were looking forward to her embarrassment.

An anger, cold enough to scorch bones, began to rise within Helen Melendy.

She looked up at Mr. Wood and the few middle-aged men beside him. Her alluring red lips curled into a mesmerizing smile as she took the glass, "Is it Mr. Wood’s wish that I drink this?"

Laughter boomed from the men before her. Their eyes, resting on Helen Melendy, were unabashedly lecherous.

"Right, a strong female professional like Lawyer Melendy shouldn’t have a problem with this," they said.

As they laughed lewdly, the others joined in, all of them looking at Helen Melendy with sleazy, mocking gazes, egging her on.

"Drink up, Lawyer Melendy, we’re really curious what effect mixing these alcohols will have. Satisfy our curiosity," they goaded.

"So curious?"

The corners of Helen Melendy’s lips still held a smile, yet her eyes were already a sheet of ice.

Before the men knew what was happening, she raised the glass and splashed it in Mr. Wood’s face, "If you’re so curious, drink it yourself. I’m not entertaining you any longer."

When Helen Melendy suddenly splashed him with the wine, Mr. Wood blew up in an instant. His hand slammed down on the table, his face instantly twisting into a snarl.

"You bitch, I give you face and you don’t want it? Watch how I deal with you today," he bellowed.

With that, he strode over to Helen Melendy, grabbed her forcefully, and raised his hand to slap her across the face.

As his palm was about to strike, the door to the room was suddenly thrust open. A tall, strapping figure appeared at the threshold, and a domineering presence swept over the room as his eyes—full of cold murderous intent—scanned the crowd.

Helen Melendy too registered surprise upon seeing the newcomer; it was Harry Hall.

President Wood’s angry hand, having been raised, was stopped in its tracks under Harry Hall’s gaze.

Yet he became even more incensed at his own inexplicable timidity and his chubby face furrowed with anger, "Who are you? Who let you in?"

The men accompanying him, however, paled instantly, stood up, and approached Harry Hall with ingratiating smiles, "Lawyer Hall, what a coincidence. What brings you here?"