Helanie:
"Does that mean there will be a war soon?" I asked Norman as his warriors loaded that thing into the trunk of their car.
"It doesn’t matter. Our focus stays on your fight with Darius," Norman replied without looking at me.
"What about the organization?" I asked, almost knocking him over when I stood too close and he was about to turn around. He stepped on his own foot but avoided falling. I bit my tongue and stepped back, wondering if I had annoyed him. And clearly, I had.
"Why don’t you just jump into my pocket then?" he grumbled, fixing his shirt.
"You’re such a grumpy old lady. You didn’t even praise me for fighting that thing so easily," I complained, but my mood shifted when I noticed the warriors share a look and glance at me.
’Yeah, read the room. Even the warriors know that ever since they got here, Norman has only praised you and talked about how much he admires your fighting skills,’ Cora chimed in.
"This is Helanie, she’s the one who bravely fought this thing," Norman pointed at me and said, but he sounded a bit sarcastic this time since it was the fifth time he’d said the same thing to them.
"You are so mean—" I stopped talking when my phone rang and Maximus’s name popped up on the screen. I was annoyed and didn’t even want to answer his call, but I had to since I needed updates on important things.
"What is it? Why are you bothering me while on a date with Charlotte?" I answered the call with a bitter tone. Norman narrowed his eyes because he probably figured out who I was talking to.
"I need you to come to a hotel room. I’ve sent my driver to get you. He’ll be arriving at home soon, if that’s where you are," Maximus’s voice told me something was wrong. He sounded like he really needed to see me.
"Are you okay?" I asked, and his older brother looked more alert.
"Yeah, just come." As soon as Maximus hung up, I saw a car pull up and the driver step out to look around.
"I was supposed to get you from the mansion—but since I saw you here, can you please come with me?" The driver kept glancing at Norman, probably because he knew Norman liked to know everything about everyone.
"Why? What’s going on? What was Maximus saying? Is he alright?" Norman stepped between us with his hands on his waist and asked all in one breath.
"He called me to come to a hotel room," I told him, and Norman zoned out.
"Why? Is he not okay?" He repeated the same question, and I narrowed my eyes at his face.
"Why don’t you come and see for yourself? I know just as much as I told you," I said softly, really hoping he would come too. Also, because I was worried Maximus might be in trouble, and maybe his brother could help him better than I could.
Charlotte would cause a scene if she saw me.
"Okay," Norman nodded, instantly ready to go see his brother.
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