He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 781

The footage showed several familiar faces.

They were Coralia's most ruthless paparazzi, men who showed mercy to no one.

But at the same time, the elites of Coralia couldn't let anything happen to them.

If things went south, the blame would easily fall on the wealthy, meaning they ironically had to ensure the reporters' safety.

Getting tangled up with them was indeed a nightmare.

If it were just her, Helena wouldn't care.

But with Skye here, she couldn't take that risk.

"Lena, why aren't you getting out?" Skye looked at her curiously.

Sebastian's gaze also shifted over. "What's wrong?"

"The paparazzi," Helena said smoothly. "Janetta set us up."

Sebastian frowned, leaning over to watch the video.

But a second later, he made a decision, tossing the car keys straight to Helena.

"You drive Skye out of here. I'll go up and get Kyle. We'll meet at the eatery later. The press won't follow you there," he instructed concisely.

Helena didn't argue, calmly taking the keys.

Skye remained silent the entire time, blinking as she watched the two adults.

Suddenly, Sebastian's hand gripped Helena's waist.

She frowned, instinctively looking up at him.

Without warning, he dipped his head and captured her lips.

It was a brief, claiming kiss, ending as quickly as it began.

"I'll handle this quickly," he murmured against her mouth.

His tone was coaxing, yet stripped of any playfulness; his eyes radiated a fierce intensity.

Helena didn't respond.

It was a bizarre, overwhelming sensation that she couldn't quite put into words.

In the end, she maintained her silence.

Beside them, Skye gasped, quickly covering her eyes with her hands.

Whether it was intentional or not, as the SUV brushed past Janetta's minivan,

Helena rolled down her window just a fraction and cast a glance in Janetta's direction.

It was only a split second before the window glided shut again.

Helena was wearing sunglasses, concealing her eyes.

It made it impossible to identify her easily.

But in that fleeting moment, Janetta and her assistant noticed the gaze.

After years of dodging paparazzi, their instincts for being watched were incredibly sharp.

"Ms. Ramirez, was that Helena?" the assistant asked, recovering first.

Janetta frowned, harboring the exact same suspicion.

But the vehicle had moved too fast for her to be sure.

"It shouldn't be. If she were coming, she'd be inside the airport by now, not leaving," she concluded dismissively.

"True. Besides, she always goes head-to-head with you," the assistant agreed with a nod.