Chapter 571

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Zoey's mind went blank. She couldn't wrap her head around why Helena was in Franklin's room, let alone why she was wearing such skimpy pajamas!

Franklin was now fully awake, standing by the bed with a terrifyingly dark expression. He stared at Helena on the floor with no trace of pity, only disgust and anger.

"How did you get in here?" Zoey finally found her voice, demanding an explanation from Helena in shock.

Helena bit her lip, her eyes welling up with tears, looking pitiful. "I just..."

"Shut up!" Franklin cut her off sharply, his voice as cold as ice. "Who gave you permission to enter my room?!"

Helena flinched at his tone but forced herself to look up, revealing a face strikingly similar to Ophelia's. She spoke softly, "Franklin, I just wanted to check on you. You were drunk, and I was worried you might not feel well."

Franklin let out a cold laugh, his gaze as sharp as a knife. "Helena, do you think you can replace Ophelia just because you have her face?"

Helena's face turned pale instantly.

Zoey finally snapped out of her shock, fury surging through her. "Helena! How dare you!"

She took a step forward, almost ready to confront Helena, but Henry grabbed her arm.

"Zoe, calm down," Henry said quietly, his eyes wary as he watched Helena.

Seeing her plan fall apart, Helena stopped pretending. She slowly got up from the floor, a mocking smile on her lips. "Franklin, you're truly heartless. Doesn't this face deserve more of your attention than the dead Ophelia?"

A loud slap echoed through the room as Zoey's hand connected with Helena's face.

Zoey's hand tingled, her chest heaving with anger, her eyes blazing. "You don't deserve to mention my mother!"

Helena clutched her face, glaring at Zoey with venom, but didn't dare to speak again.

Franklin spoke coldly, "Get out. Don't let me see you again."

Helena gritted her teeth, finally grabbing her coat from the floor and leaving the room in disgrace.

The room fell into silence.

Zoey took a deep breath and turned to her father. "Dad, how did Helena end up here?"

Franklin rubbed his temples wearily and spoke in a low voice, "Helena couldn't accept that your grandfather didn't acknowledge her before he died. She hates the Chambers family. Now, she even tried to use this method..."

He didn't finish, but Zoey understood.

Helena wanted to use her resemblance to Ophelia to get close to Franklin, even to replace Ophelia.

The realization made Zoey's stomach churn with disgust.

Henry gently put his arm around Zoey's shoulders and said softly, "Let's go back. Let your father rest."

Zoey nodded, giving Franklin one last look. "Dad, get some rest. We'll talk tomorrow."

Franklin responded tiredly, sitting on the bed and staring out at the sea.

As they left the room, Zoey's fists were still clenched tightly, her nails digging into her palms.

"How could Helena do this?" Her voice trembled slightly.

Henry held Zoey's hand, trying to soothe her. "Don't think too much about it. Helena won't get another chance to approach your father."

Zoey took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

On the cruise ship's deck, the night wind carried the salty scent of the sea, brushing through Zoey's hair. The sea was pitch black, with only the ship's lights cutting through the darkness.

Celine was with Gabriel and Travis, eating cake. When she saw Zoey and Henry return, she immediately sensed something was wrong. Zoey's face was cold, and her fingers were trembling slightly.

"Zoe?" Celine put down her fork, frowning. "What's wrong? Is Uncle not feeling well?"

Zoey shook her head, taking a deep breath and speaking in a low voice. "Helena was here."

"What?" Celine stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the deck.

Several guests nearby looked over curiously. Celine quickly composed herself, gritting her teeth as she leaned in. "Where is that old woman?"

Henry discreetly shielded Gabriel and Travis, speaking quietly. "Helena was hiding in Uncle's room."

Celine's pupils contracted, instantly understanding the implication.

Her knuckles cracked as she clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into her palms. "What was she wearing?"

Zoey let out a cold laugh. "A red silk nightgown, with a neckline down to her navel."

Celine spat out a curse, turning to storm into the cabin. "That fifty-year-old hag is trying to act young! Does she really think having a face like Aunt Ophelia's will..."

Zoey grabbed Celine's wrist. "Don't be impulsive."

The sea breeze suddenly turned sharp, scattering Zoey's words.

She leaned close to Celine's ear, her voice icy, "Beating Helena up is too easy. I have a better way to make her wish she were dead."

Gabriel suddenly raised his fork, covered in cream. "Mom, is Celine mad?"

"Celine is fighting the bad guys," Travis added seriously, chocolate sauce on his mouth.

Henry took the opportunity to lift Gabriel and Travis to the railing to look at the night view.

Zoey took out her phone from her purse, scrolling through her contacts before dialing an unmarked number.

"All backup materials from Honghe Film and Television Company," Zoey's voice was as light as discussing the weather. "Including surveillance footage of them forcing trainees to drink with clients, tax evasion reports, and..." She paused. "The full dirt on those two top actors who were replaced. Release everything online by 8 AM tomorrow."

The sound of typing came from the other end of the line. "How should we arrange the trending topics?"

"Buy the top five spots, keep them up for three days," Zoey said, watching the waves. "Especially the recording of them drugging rival stars. Play it on a loop."

Celine gasped. This move was ruthless. Honghe Film and Television Company had almost collapsed from scandals two months ago, and Helena had spent a lot of money to suppress it.

If evidence of bribery and framing competitors were exposed...

When the call ended, Zoey's eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks. "Helena wants to be the Chambers family's heiress? I'll make sure she can't even be a beggar."

The next morning, before the sun fully lit the sea, Felicity kicked open Helena's cabin door.

"Aunt Helena! Something's happened!" Felicity held up her phone, the screen showing the trending topic #Honghe Film and Television Company Crimes# with a blazing hot tag.

In the pinned video, a drunken producer was pushing a girl towards an investor. "Mr. Chapman, don't worry, they're all virgins." Helena's face mask fell to the floor.

She frantically scrolled through her phone, each trending topic like a knife to her heart.

#Honghe Film and Television Company Evades $2.3 Billion in Taxes#

#Top Star Role Snatching Scandal#

#Famous Director Bribery Recording Exposed#

The most damning was the last one, an audio recording of Helena herself saying, "Give that girl some drugs," spreading widely across all platforms.