Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1022

"You seem quite curious," Helen said with a bright smile.

Nonetheless, the warmth in her expression quickly faded as she added, "Why don't you go and see for yourself?"

With that, she turned away, clearly uninterested in continuing the conversation. After all, Otto had just used Shawn to threaten her; she was simply returning the favor.

Meanwhile, Otto was left feeling somewhat exasperated. Suddenly, a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes.

He leisurely crossed his legs and remarked, "I'll take that as an invitation to be your date for the evening. And just so you know, I accept. No need to thank me."

"Who said anything about thanking you?" Helen snapped. Upon realizing her slip-up, her eyes widened. "Wait, I didn't even invite you. Don't get any ideas."

"Okay, okay," Otto said with a cheeky smile. "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you. Besides, I've already driven you here. It wouldn't be very gentlemanly to leave you to face such a challenging situation alone, would it? What would people say if a word of it got out?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Helen countered, bewildered by his logic. "Why does this even concern you?"

"Well, we'll only find out when the time comes, won't we?" Otto replied. He casually rested his hand on the back of Helen's seat, letting it slide to the nape of her neck.

He stared at her intently, his gaze brimming with concern. "Don't be upset. It's not good for a young lady to frown so much—it'll make you age faster."

Helen's eyes narrowed as she glared at his hand, which had crossed an unspoken boundary. "If you hadn't shown up, I wouldn't be angry in the first place. And just so you're aware, I won't hesitate to act if you overstep any boundaries."

Otto raised an eyebrow as he glanced at his hand. He then withdrew it slowly, sighing as he said, "We've been so intimate already—why impose such strict boundaries now?"

Helen responded with a quick swipe at his hand, though Otto's reflexes were fast enough to block it.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I might actually kill you," she warned.

The adage "you get what you pay for" was clearly validated; the several thousand dollars she had spent on the makeup artist had paid off splendidly.

With her impeccable look and the elegant dress Fiona had gifted her, she felt ready to compete in a beauty pageant.

Before long, Faye arrived at Cunningham Residence. She rushed across the estate grounds, feeling the pressure of time.

As part of Fiona's inner circle, Faye was supposed to arrive early. However, a morning meeting caused a delay. She knew she would likely have to compensate for this by taking a few penalty drinks later.

Outside the manor, several cars were already parked. Although their makes and models differed, they all had one thing in common—they were all luxury vehicles.

From a distance, Faye noticed that the arriving guests were dressed predominantly in muted or dark colors, with not a hint of red in sight.