But there was one condition: Henry Clark had to cooperate with her in putting on an act—married on the surface, but in reality, the two would not interfere in each other's lives.

In fact, at 76, Helen Green was being harassed by so many admirers that she could barely work normally. Unlike other agents, she also had a special mission to carry out. If she accepted the sudden appearance of Henry Clark, at least she could work in peace.

Helen Green believed that the Central Bureau would certainly not object either; this decision would be beneficial for her undercover work.

However, she feared she might be letting down Henry Clark. After all, dragging an ordinary person into this was unpredictable, for better or worse. But for the sake of the resistance, what did personal sacrifice matter? To better remain undercover at 76, she was willing to sacrifice her own reputation.

While Mrs. Lewis was mopping the floor outside, she suddenly coughed softly twice. Helen Green quickly slipped out and happened to run into Susan Walker.

Seeing that Helen Green was still at home, she asked in surprise, “Nannan, why aren’t you at work yet?”

Helen Green stuck out her tongue and replied casually, “I overslept.”

Susan Walker anxiously waved her hand. “Hurry and call your father, have him send a car to take you to work.”

Helen Green said indifferently, “No need, I’ll go by myself.”

Susan Walker suddenly said, “Let Henry Clark take you, so he knows he’s just a driver and could never reach your level.”

Susan Walker personally called the factory and had Henry Clark drive back quickly to take Helen Green to work.

Helen Green didn’t object further; she wanted to test Henry Clark again. She also wanted to find an opportunity to have a formal talk with Henry Clark. If he was willing, she would carry out her shield plan.

Chapter 0011: The First Confrontation

Hatong Road wasn’t far from Yuyuan Road; by car, it would take at most ten minutes. Upon learning he was to take Helen Green to work, Henry Clark quickly drove back.

He was actually looking for a chance to be alone with Helen Green. Last night, when Helen Green came to see him, it was both a questioning and a test. If Helen Green had ignored his arrival, that would have been troublesome.

Henry Clark believed that something was bound to happen today.

Sure enough, after getting in the car, Helen Green said, “Let’s go to Jiufeng Teahouse first.”

Henry Clark started the car, stepped on the gas, and drove off. “Alright.”

Helen Green asked in surprise, “Do you know where it is?”

Hearing “Jiufeng Teahouse,” Henry Clark seemed as if he were going home, which surprised her.

Henry Clark looked straight ahead and replied with a smile, “It’s on Yidingpan Road, just past the Kaina intersection.”

Helen Green asked in surprise, “You’ve been to Jiufeng Teahouse before?”

The sign for Jiufeng Teahouse wasn’t very prominent, and Henry Clark had just arrived in Shanghai—how did he remember this place? People from 76 often went there, and she was taking Henry Clark partly to use his identity.

Henry Clark quickly said, “I passed by there last time.”

Helen Green said coolly, “You have a good memory.”

Henry Clark was secretly on guard and replied calmly, “I just arrived in Shanghai, so I’m interested in everything.”

Helen Green deliberately asked again, “Where is Liangyou Villa?”

Henry Clark thought for a moment before saying, “At the Xingren intersection, and past that is the Zhongxi Girls’ School.”

Helen Green keenly sensed something was off. “How do you know about Kaina Road and Xingren Road?”

Henry Clark took a folded Shanghai map out of his pocket. “Miss Green, have you ever heard of something called a map?”

Only then did Helen Green remember that last night, Henry Clark had been poring over a map at his desk. After arriving at Jiufeng Teahouse, Helen Green suddenly said, “Let’s go in together, I have something to discuss with you.”

Henry Clark had originally thought Helen Green was going to Jiufeng Teahouse on business. Now it seemed she wanted to talk to him.

Henry Clark deliberately hesitated. “Is it appropriate for me to go in?”

Though he was more than willing, he had to keep up appearances. Saying the right thing in the right setting was something Henry Clark had long since gotten used to these past two years. He was now the Gu family’s driver, and it really wasn’t appropriate to enter the teahouse with Helen Green.

Helen Green frowned in displeasure and said coldly, “If I say it’s appropriate, then it is!”

With that, Helen Green strode inside. The corners of Henry Clark’s mouth curled into a barely noticeable smile, and he quickly followed her in.

Jiufeng Teahouse had two buildings, front and back, with the second floors connected by a corridor. In the middle was a stage, with a dozen or so Eight Immortals tables in front. The second floor was mainly private booths; except for the windows by the railing, the rest were partitioned off. This way, you could watch performances and still have privacy. Though called booths, they were basically like private rooms.

In the morning, Jiufeng Teahouse was still fairly quiet. On the first floor, a few brokers were conversing in low voices, exchanging information. Most teahouses and restaurants in Shanghai also served as trading venues.

There weren’t many customers on the second floor. Helen Green chose a booth on the north side, convenient for conversation and unlikely to be disturbed.

The waiter, with a towel draped over his shoulder, was quick-witted. He grabbed the towel, wiped the chairs and table, and then asked attentively, “Would you like Longjing or jasmine tea?”

Helen Green said, “I’ll have a cup of jasmine tea, give him a cup of Longjing, and bring some sunflower seeds and snacks.”

Henry Clark suddenly asked, “Waiter, don’t teahouses have storytellers and singers? When do they start?”