Wang Ye did not have to wait long before the bodyguard entered the private box again and reported,
"Boss, the lady says she's a reporter from The Times. Her name is Helen."
As expected. Wang Ye waved a hand. "Let her in."
Abramovich, seated beside him, teased, "That reporter must be a beauty, right? I didn't expect you, Misha, to make... female friends after only coming to London a few times. Looks like handsome men are popular everywhere."
William and Harry said nothing, but the way they looked at Wang Ye made it clear that they shared Abramovich's thoughts.
Wang Ye shook his head with a wry smile. "Don't get the wrong idea. She's just a reporter I know. Since reports are unavoidable, it's better to find a reliable reporter and use her pen to release certain information than let those paparazzi smear me however they please."
Before long, the female reporter followed the bodyguard into the private box.
It was indeed the Helen Wang Ye knew: slender, with neat short hair and a fairly delicate, pretty face.
Yet unlike most British girls, who looked rather "rough," she had a somewhat refined air about her. That suited Wang Ye's taste. Otherwise, he probably would not have bothered accepting Helen's exclusive interview, much less given her another chance to get close to him...
But everyone present, especially Wang Ye and Abramovich, had seen more than their share of stunning beauties. They truly did not pay much attention to Helen's appearance.
The moment Helen entered and saw who was seated inside, delight surged in her heart.
Her risk this time had not been in vain after all!
Everyone here was an important figure. There was Mikhail and Abramovich, both of whom had been major figures in London recently!
Russian oligarchs worth billions,