Chapter 67 Helena Was Not The Mastermind
Peyton seemed to feel something, and she turned around to look at the window above her head.
Chris was wearing a fluffy sweater, resembling a little polar bear. He had both hands pressed against
the glass, and his chubby face was also pressed against the window, looking incredibly adorable.
The soundproof window blocked Chrisâs voice, but Peyton could feel that he was greeting her.
The adorable child instantly dispelled Peytonâs unhappiness. She smiled and waved at Chris.
Nolan happened to witness this scene. In that instant, it felt as if he had gone back to the first time he
saw Peyton.
On that sunny morning, the girl with a high ponytail waved at him, her smile radiant.
Even after ten years had passed, Nolan was still captivated by that smile.
Nolan immediately realized that Peyton couldnât have come to Seaview Villa on her own. The only
possible reason was that she had come for the Schmittâs house.
Nolan hung up the phone. Lucian told Nolan about the slaughterhouse.
With a bang, Nolan swept the ashtray to the ground. Helena had crossed the line. He said coldly,
âPrepare the car.â
Peytonâs face was chilled by the sea breeze. Even though she was
outside in the cold wind, she didnât want to stay in the house specifically built for Helena.
Helena quickly freshened up and came downstairs wearing a bathrobe and a shower cap. Her neck
was only lightly scratched.
white
Helenaâs manicurist arrived. Helena leaned back on the creamy leather sofa, having her toenails
painted with nail polish, looking proud.
Peyton finally returned to the living room. Helena hated her so much that she gritted her teeth, but she
was no longer arrogant.
She said with a cold face, âI will give you the Schmittâs house, but I also have two requests.â
Peyton frowned, âAre you still going to haggle with me?â
âMaking money is never easy. Buying two houses worth 80 million dollars each is not considered
cheap, right?â
âSpeak,â Peyton said impatiently.
âFirst, leaving Aelford City. Second, selfâdestructing appearance.â
Peyton asked, âAre you crazy? Do you know what youâre talking about?â
Helena casually threw the fruit knife onto the carpet. âMy intention is to keep you away from Nolan. As
long as you ruin your face, you wonât pose a threat to me anymore. You have something on me, but
havenât I also got something on your father? You wouldnât want your fatherâs secrets to be exposed,
would you?â
Peytonâs expression changed slightly. Helena said contentedly, âSo neither of us is any cleaner than the
other. Peyton, I bought your face for 80 million dollars and you left Aelford City.â
In addition to the Schmittâs house, Peyton had one more thing to do here.
She wanted to confirm if Helena was the mastermind behind the scenes. Based on the previous tests,
Peyton could conclude that it wouldnât be Helena.
Helena didnât know that Peyton had a terminal illness. Otherwise, she wouldnât have wasted her time
doing these things.
Peyton thought, âIf it wasnât Helena, then who could be the person behind her?â
While Peyton was contemplating, Helena gave a glance to the people nearby.
Immediately, a burly servant kicked Peytonâs legs fiercely from behind. Peytonâs body went limp and he
knelt on the shaggy carpet.
The servant drew the knife out of its sheath, âMs. Schmitt, please.â
Peyton looked at the dagger, its bright blade reflecting her face.
She frowned, âHelena, I hadnât agreed yet.â
The servant didnât care much and grinned, âMs. Schmitt, once youâre here, you have no choice. Donât
worry. After you disfigure yourself, Ms. Chase will give you the Schmitt house.â
Peyton struggled hard, but the servant exerted great force. âMs.
you canât bear to do it yourself, let me do it for you.â
he servant took the knife and ruthlessly slashed it