No Strings Attached

Chapter 167

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Helena paused for effect, then beckoned Claim closer, her voice a calculated whisper. “Unless he publicly declares me his hancée, and Til just tell the judge we had a invere tiff if not, I’ll make sure his reputation is in Tallers” With a smug smile, Helena lit up a simm cigarette, the ember glowing to this thin light.

Clara observed her impassively, her tone low but filled with an unmistakable power. I’m afraid you’re in for a disappointment. As long as I’m here, nobody can hurt him”

Helena exhaled a perfect smoke ring before fixing Clara with a mocking gaze. “The police have evidence, I was assaulted, and they found traces of lan in me. What do you think you can do to win this case?”

Claras lashes fluttered downward as she stirred her coffee absently with a spoon. “Since you’ve been intimate, is there anything memorable about lan’s body?”

With a confident till of her lips, Helena replied, “He has a birthmark on his left chest, a two–inch scar on his right arm, and a bluish birthmark on his buttock. During our lovemaking, I could see his eight pack abs. Am I right, Attorney Clara?”

Clara met Helena’s gaze steadily, asking softly, “Did you not find the wolf tattoo on his lower abdomen thrilling?”

A flicker of panic crossed Helena’s eyes, but she quickly masked it with a laugh, crushing her cigarette. “The room was too dark, and I was hardly in a position to notice such things.”

Clara’s laugh was faint, almost imperceptible. “Right, I almost forgot you were ‘forced. Even after being with lan for three years, I had no idea about that birthmark on his buttock. You have quite the

eye for detail, Princess Helena.”

The remark sent a ripple of unease through Helena. She stared at Clara’s composed face and scoffed, “The stock of Hayes Corporation plummeted for just one day, and the market value vanished by tens of billions. If it continues to drop limit–down, do you think lan will go bankrupt?”

Helena’s laugh was triumphant as she stood, her deep blue eyes scheming, “lan has two choices: deny everything and watch the Hayes empire crumble or accept my terms and get engaged to me. I’m sure you, who adore lan so, wouldn’t want to see him dethroned.”

With that, Helena grabbed her purse and sashayed away.

Clara remained seated, pondering Helena’s words. Dawson approached with concern. “Attorney Clara, what did she say?”

Clara’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Dawson, you’ve been with lan for five years. Have you ever seen a birthmark on his buttock?”

Dawson shook his head immediately. “That’s a private matter. Even when we’ve gone swimming, we wear trunks.”

This was the crux of Clara’s suspicion. From their conversation, Clara was convinced nothing had happened between Helena and lan. Yet, how could Helena know such intimate details? Other than a lover, only family might know.

At that thought, a chill flickered in Clara’s eyes,

A week later, the highly anticipated trial of lan began. Clara stood at the lawyer’s bench, watching as lan was escorted in prison garb. She looked at him openly, her gaze revealing a mix of determination and calm resolve, her expression still immaculate despite the gravity of the situation.