  When they went back home, the living room was vivacious. The other sons and Mrs. Wimbleson were all in the room.

  

      A woman about Helle's age was sitting on the sofa. She was wearing a dress and seemed like a wealthy young lady.

  

      "Ramses is back? Come here and sit down. Melinda has just returned from abroad today and came here as soon as she got off the plane."

  

      The woman smiled and got up to greet Ramses, but he responded indifferently. She was a little disappointed, then she looked at Helle and smiled. "You are Helle, right? Hello, I'm Melinda Sants. I grew up with Ramses and his brothers, and we can be friends! If you are bored in Riomar City, you can find me."

  

      Melinda heard that Helle was pretty, but she didn't expect her to be so beautiful. Her plain face was so fair that there was no trace of blemish, which could make any woman jealous.

  


  The servant didn't understand why Helle asked such a question, but she still answered, "My name is Lina."

  

      Soon, Jacob came down and reported, "Sir, madam, we found these things in the cabinet of Miss Parkinson's closet."

  

      There was a jade bracelet, a necklace, and a bracelet in the black plastic bag, which were exactly the jewelry that Mrs. Wimbleson had lost！

  

      Everyone was surprised and couldn't believe they had actually found something in Helle's room.

  

      Mrs. Wimbleson looked angry.

  

      "Diego, what else can you say? How can you find such a woman to be your daughter-in-law? She came from the countryside, and she even stole!"

  

      "It can't be Helle." Mr. Wimbleson was determined.

  

      Melinda was pretentious. "I think so. Is there any misunderstanding?"

  

      The atmosphere was awkward. At this moment, Ramses stood up an

  Helle recognized Ramses's voice and refused, "No need. I've already eaten with Arthur outside."

  

      Arthur smiled after she hung up the phone. He didn't gossip, and he just learned about why she came to the company in the morning.

  

      "Helle, I have met all five of them, and I believe Ramses is the best. He has been the president for years and has finished many big projects. He is stable and excellent, so you can choose him as your husband."

  

      Helle took a sip of water and immediately refused.

  

      "No, Arthur. The fire in my heart can never melt a huge iceberg like him."

  

      Helle thought Ramses was too indifferent, and what she had said in the morning was just a joke.

  

      Arthur laughed loudly and then talked about the other members of the Wimbleson family. After lunch, they returned to the company and kept chatting all afternoon.

  

      After the afternoon meeting, Ramses asked the assistant and frowned when he learned that Helle was still chatting with that security guard. She had just said this morning that he was her favorite, and now she chatted with the security guard all day. What was she doing?

  

      Ramses sat at the desk and said, "Go and check Arthur's background and his relationship with Helle."

  

      "Yes, sir."

  

      The assistant was going to leave when Ramses ordered again, "Call Helle to come upstairs."

  

      After a while, Helle came up. She looked at Ramses's office and asked lazily, "What's the matter?"

  

      "You stayed with the security guard all day. Dad wouldn't like this."

  

      Helle rolled her eyes when she heard his words.

  

      "Okay. Since you asked me to come up, don't blame me if I disturb you."

  

      Then, she casually sat down on the sofa.

  

      Ramses ignored her and picked up the file to continue his work, and then he saw Helle playing mobile games with maximum volume.

  

      Ramses frowned slightly.

  

      Eight minutes later, Helle started to scold her teammates.

  

      "How can you be such a noob!"

  

      "Use your hand! Don't play with your feet!"

  

      "Even the minions played better than you!"

  

      Ramses was speechless.

  

      He thought that she somehow seemed quite elegant when she scolded others. And then, her teammates suddenly started to curse her.

  

      Ramses finally regretted bringing Helle to his office. She must have come here to torture him.

  

      He began to suspect that Helle liked him the least, not the most. "No, it can't be. She must like Elvis the least."

  

      Fortunately, as soon as the game was over, Ramses also finished his work. He took his coat and left with Helle.

  

      The assistant came back when they reached the door. Ramses glanced at her and said, "Wait for me in the garage."

  

      Helle nodded and left.

  

      The assistant reported to Ramses in the office, "Sir, Arthur is indeed unusual. He owns many houses and office buildings in the center of Riomar City."

  

      To put it simply, Arthur was a rent collector worth billions who came to work as a security guard because he was bored.

  

      "As for his relationship with Miss Parkinson, I haven't found out yet."

  

      Ramses's eyes deepened. How could Helle know such a person in Riomar City?

  

      He remembered that she also knew Alston, and he started to doubt her identity.

  

      But he didn't overthink because it had nothing to do with him. He just needed to make sure that Arthur had no bad intentions.

When they went back home, the living room was vivacious. The other sons and Mrs. Wimbleson were all in the room.
  
      A woman about Helle's age was sitting on the sofa. She was wearing a dress and seemed like a wealthy young lady.
  
      "Ramses is back? Come here and sit down. Melinda has just returned from abroad today and came here as soon as she got off the plane."
  
      The woman smiled and got up to greet Ramses, but he responded indifferently. She was a little disappointed, then she looked at Helle and smiled. "You are Helle, right? Hello, I'm Melinda Sants. I grew up with Ramses and his brothers, and we can be friends! If you are bored in Riomar City, you can find me."
  
      Melinda heard that Helle was pretty, but she didn't expect her to be so beautiful. Her plain face was so fair that there was no trace of blemish, which could make any woman jealous.
  
      Helle had already seen through her thoughts and said lightly, "Okay."
  
      At

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