The skepticism in Melissa's eyes was nothing new to Helena.
Without hesitation, he reached into the neckline of his shirt.
"No problem, I'll show you proof."
From behind the windshield, the long-haired man watching this scene twitched at the corner of his mouth.
Boss Rogan really had... no sense of restraint.
Thankfully, no one else was around.
Otherwise, seeing such a stunning beauty make such a bold move would've shattered all sense of decency.
"You—"
Melissa was startled by the sudden display and immediately clapped a hand over Vicente's eyes.
"Don't look."
Vicente: "..." As if there was anything worth seeing.
A wry smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Melissa, it was all fake."
Melissa didn't argue with Vicente's words. Because Helena had already removed the disguise placed before them.
The towering, undulating peaks instantly flattened into an unbroken plain, without even the slightest rise.
"Miss Taylor, care to feel for yourself?"
