Mr. Remus Your Billionaire Wife Wants a Divorce

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Chapter 370

Looking around at everyone confidently, Helen snapped, “So? What are we spacing around for? Send

out invitations to everyone already–tell them that Grandfather’s birthday will be celebrated at Riverton

Hotel!”

Henry’s birthday banquet was held a few days late. The staff was especially enthusiastic thanks to

Gerald, who spared no expense and asked only for the best, and his arrangements. Helen wore a

black dress with a slit that kept her legs vaguely visible, as she stood at the hallway to greet guests.

Even those who were usually lukewarm toward the Lanes were now taking them seriously, since not

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just anyone got to book a hall at Riverton Hotel.

A balding middle–aged man strode toward Helen with a present in hand. “You really play your cards

close to the chest, Ms. Lane, Could’ve told me sooner that you’re throwing a real party here.”

“Thank you, Mr. Voor, but it’s all courtesy of Gerald Simmons.” Helen smiled, letting slip of her family’s

connection with the Chief of General Affairs.

Mr. Voor became even more polite at that. “I knew you were something special, Ms. Lane–you were

right to get a divorce. Just give me a shout if you want to marry again, and I promise I’ll get you a

young, handsome stud.”

Helen smiled awkwardly. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ll visit Mr. Lane now.”

As the balding man headed inside the hall, Zeb soon arrived, present in hand with a big smile. His eyes

lit up when he saw Helen’s dress, surprised that her upkeep was so perfect–he had not noticed until

now!

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“Congratulations, Helen. It seems you and Gerald Simmons are close, with you getting his help to put

this together,” Zeb said.

He definitely underestimated Helen before–she actually knew the Chief of General Affairs! Helen

smiled. “It’s all thanks to you.”

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“Eh? Why?” Zeb asked in curiosity.

Helen said gratefully, “For talking to Mr. Simmons on my behalf, of course. My grandfather would never

have had such privilege otherwise.”

“Oh… Hahaha!” Zeb laughed out loud–she actually thought he did this for her? If only he had that much

authority!

Still, he was not about to miss out on a chance to earn Helen’s favor. “Come on, Helen. Let’s get to

know each other even better–you just need to ask if you need my help with anything.” However, Helen

was staring at the elevator, and Zeb followed her gaze to find Frank stepping out with a painting.

Her expression impassive, Helen walked up and asked, “What are you doing here, Frank?”

“What, can’t I attend Gramps‘ birthday party?” Frank asked flatly.

“No, that’s not what I mean…” Helen quickly threw up her hands.

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