When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 95

Matteo had never been in a situation like this before, and he was terrified. Leon trailed after the bodyguards, protesting, "Who are you people? Do you know who he is? He's a star, an award-winning actor! A public figure! If you cause trouble, it'll be all over the news! His fans will—"

Before he could finish, a bodyguard spun around and slapped him hard across the face. "Annoying pest! What star? In front of real money, you're all just playthings! A star? Don't make me laugh!"

The slap was vicious, nearly knocking Leon off his feet. Artina, anxiously dialing on her phone, followed behind but didn't dare say another word.

Leon steadied himself. Though he didn't dare get closer, he shouted, "Our boss has money too! She's the heiress of the Sargent family! You'd better not cross the line!"

At the mention of this, the bodyguards actually went quiet.

Matteo frowned, surprised that simply invoking Henrietta's name had an effect. Mr. Leland…? He suddenly remembered. The man who had beaten him up at the office last time—Henrietta had called him Mr. Leland. The incident had been so humiliating that he hadn't told Leon or Artina the full details, nor had he dared to investigate the man's identity, assuming Henrietta would handle it. He couldn't believe the man was back again.

With trembling hands, Artina finally managed to dial the number.

Henrietta was just drifting off to sleep when her phone blared to life. She opened her eyes, paused for a second, then retrieved her phone from her purse. Seeing the caller's name, she frowned. She had no desire to answer and simply declined the call.

Noticing her action, Yosef asked, "Not taking it?"

"It's someone I really don't like," she explained, looking at him. "I don't feel like talking to them."

Just then, the phone began to ring again.

"Perhaps it's something important? They seem quite persistent," Yosef observed.

Henrietta's brow was still furrowed, clearly reluctant. What could Artina possibly want? Was she calling to provoke her again? Her mood was good today, and it was her day off. She didn't want it ruined.

Her scrunched-up expression was like that of a pouting child—not loud or disruptive, just silently unhappy. Watching her, Yosef asked, "Shall I… answer it for you?"

His question brought her back to the present. "Oh, no, that's alright."

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