bioinnovel Chapter 497 The Sharp-Tongued Ms. Heller
Chapter 497 The Sharp-Tongued Ms. Heller
Amora was overjoyed, but her face showed a look of shock, her eyes slightly red, and her lips trembling: "I...I'm alright...Thank you...thank you for saving me..."
She struggled to stand up, but cried out and fell back down, leaning into Sheriff Blake's arms.
"My leg... I think I twisted it..." She bit her lip, looking at him pitifully.
Sheriff Blake quickly helped her up: "Don't move, I'll take you to the hospital."
"No...no need to go to the hospital..." Amora lowered her head, her voice as soft as a feather, her whole demeanor delicate and easily arousing a man's protective instincts. "I just twisted my ankle, I'll be fine after a rest...could you...help me sit up for a bit?"
Sheriff Black nodded and helped her walk to a bench by the roadside.
As Amora walked, she mentally applauded herself.
Perfect! Absolutely perfect!
The next step is to capitalize on the situation, feign instant attraction to him, and then smoothly approach, bewitch, and control him—ultimately using him to infiltrate Section 13. At that point, whether it's manipulating Commissioner Black to lead Section 13 against Spider-Man, or simply causing destruction, things will be much easier!
"Alright, alright, I saw it all. You weren't even bumped. Your leg was perfectly fine, so you stood up on your own. What kind of behavior is this, clinging to someone else's arms?"
However, just when Amora thought everything was under control, a disgruntled female voice suddenly came from behind Sheriff Black.
Amora froze.
She whirled around, wanting to see which clueless person had ruined her plans—
Then her eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and her legs went weak, almost causing her to kneel down.
Standing three meters away was a figure that Amora recognized.
Wearing a black trench coat matching Sheriff Blake's style, with shoulder-length black hair, sharp eyes, and a tall, curvaceous figure...
And that face...
That face she knew all too well.
"Hy... Lady Hela?!"
Amora's voice even changed tone.
That face was clearly Hela, the goddess of death in Asgard and Odin's eldest daughter!
But... but how is this possible?!
Hela was clearly sealed away by Odin, the Allfather!
That was the highest level of seal in Asgard. Even though Hela had never given up resisting all these years, she still couldn't break free from it!
How could she possibly be here?!
Amora felt a chill run from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.
She instinctively released Sheriff Blake's arm, took a half-step back, her voice trembling, "Lady Hela...you...how could you..."
The dark-haired woman raised an eyebrow and looked at her with an expression as if she were an idiot.
"Hela? Who? You've mistaken me for someone else!"
Amora was stunned.
That tone...that expression...
Not right.
Who is Hela, the goddess of death? The eldest daughter of Odin, ruler of the nine realms, the ruler of the realm of the dead, and the most terrifying being in all of Asgard…
How could she possibly speak in that tone?
Theoretically speaking, she should have just summoned her throwing knives and killed this eyesore of hers on the spot!
"You...you're not Lady Hela?"
Realizing something was wrong, Amora cautiously probed for answers.
"My name is Heller, not Hela." The black-haired woman looked at her with her arms crossed, her eyes filled with obvious impatience. "Also, you haven't answered the question I asked you earlier—if your legs are okay, stand up by yourself, don't lean on me like you have no bones."
Amora stared blankly at her.
Heller.
It's not Hella.
But this face...this aura...this sharpness in his eyes...it's clearly Hela!
What exactly is going on?
Could it be... that there's something wrong with Odin's seal?
Or did Hela escape using some method?
No, no, if Hela really escaped, how could she be arguing with a mortal here?
She should have gone straight back to Asgard and sought revenge on Odin!
So who is this person who looks exactly the same?
Amora's mind raced, a flurry of thoughts flooding her head, but she couldn't understand any of them.
She only knew one thing—
Regardless of whether this person is Hela or not, she can't afford to offend them.
If it really is Hela, then she'll have to die here today.
What if she's just an ordinary person who looks like her...? But judging from her tone, she clearly knows Sheriff Black. If you offend her, it will obviously be much more difficult to get closer to Sheriff Black.
But the problem is, how does she know which situation it is?
Amora took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
She is the Enchantress of Asgard. Having lived for so many years, what storms haven't she seen?
The person in front of me...
Whether it's true or false, she has to find out for sure.
"This... Miss Heller." Amora straightened up, her limp gone, and the pitiful expression on her face instantly vanished, replaced by a cautious, probing look. "Excuse me... do you know someone named Hela?"
Heller looked at her as if she were an idiot.
But, I don't know why...
When Ms. Heller heard the other party repeatedly mention the name "Hela," she subconsciously frowned and felt a sense of disgust.
just like……
Having gotten used to the current pace of life, she feels a deep-seated aversion to this name and is unwilling to have any connection with it.
"I don't know it." So, she chose to follow her heart and answered crisply, "I've never even heard of this name before."
"Have you ever been to a place called Asgard?"
"What Gad?"
"It's... a very far place, not here, on another star..."
"Huh? You mean I'm an alien? Are you out of your mind?" Heller interrupted her, his tone laced with undisguised disgust. "I think we need to call an ambulance for you. Get a thorough check-up and see if you've damaged your brain."
Amora was speechless.
She carefully observed Heller's expression and reaction—his blank eyes, his impatient tone, and the way he didn't recognize her at all...
It's like... she really isn't Hela, the goddess of death?
Or rather, even if she is Hela, she doesn't remember who she is now?
Amora felt a little more at ease.
Whatever the reason, the person in front of her clearly had no intention of doing anything to her.
That makes things easier.
Since the other party wasn't Hela, she had nothing to be afraid of!
Amora's eyes darted around, and the fear in her heart slowly faded, replaced by another emotion—
I'm not convinced.
This woman who appeared out of nowhere, what's her name, Heller? What gives her the right to boss her around?
Amora, after all, was one of the most prominent witches in Asgard, a figure who captivated countless heroes!
When did it become my turn to be lectured like this by some random mortal?
"Miss Heller," Amora raised her chin, regaining her usual elegance and arrogance, "how I get along with my savior is none of your business, is it?"
Heller squinted at her.
From Amora's rapid change of expression, Heller sensed a strong hostility and became even more certain...
This guy did it on purpose, trying to steal my man!
"A savior? I doubt it."
Thinking of this, her tone became increasingly unfriendly, carrying a clear sense of sarcasm.
"I saw it clearly just now. When that car came rushing towards you, you stood there motionless, like you were waiting to be hit. A normal person's first reaction when they see a car coming is to run, but you just stood there posing. It's like... you knew all along that the car would come, and you knew that Blake would save you."
Amora's smile froze on her face.
"And," Heller continued, his gaze lingering on Amora's leg, his sarcasm deepening, "you were just saying you twisted your leg and couldn't stand up, but now you're standing straighter than anyone else. Your leg healed really fast, more like magic."
Amora: "..."