Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1033

"That's because I've got eyes all over me," Helen joked.

Otto couldn't help but chuckle. "Your lack of modesty is almost as impressive as my own."

"Well, that's rather unfortunate," Helen replied, her expression softening into a subtle, knowing smile. "I had expected that a clueless daughter would come with a clueless father, but it seems that's not entirely the case."

"Indeed," Otto agreed, reflecting on her observation. "Even after hearing everything we discussed, Johnny didn't immediately lose his temper with Fiona. It shows he's quite adept at hiding his emotions."

"Anyone capable of driving their competitors to bankruptcy must possess real skill," Helen remarked with a hint of amusement. "This makes the situation all the more intriguing."

In reality, she was also taken aback by Faye's behavior.

Faye had displayed remarkable restraint. Had she defended herself earlier and thrown Fiona under the bus, both of them would have been done for.

After all, no man who had been cheated on would want the scandal to resurface years later, making him a laughingstock among his peers.

Had Johnny known Fiona was behind this trap, his rage might have been so intense that it could have led to a catastrophic breakdown.

Although Faye had managed to escape, Helen's role in rescuing Johnny became the buzz of the entire birthday party.

The rumors became so outrageous that some even claimed she had the power to resurrect the dead.

Meanwhile, Fiona led Faye to the estate's back door. After untying her, she dismissed the housekeeper.

Once they were alone, Fiona dropped her concerned facade and snapped, "Faye, what were you thinking? I specifically told you that red isn't allowed in my house. Have you lost your mind?"

Faye was so enraged she could barely speak.

Her blunt words struck a nerve, leaving Fiona visibly uneasy.

"I… I just wanted to help you get some revenge. Besides, when we talked about it in the group chat, you didn't respond, so I assumed you were on board."

Group chat?

Faye suddenly remembered the group chat she shared with Fiona and two other women.

Their conversations mostly revolved around mundane photos and discussions about designer bags—Faye hardly ever paid much attention to their messages.

While Faye and the others appeared content with their shallow interests and dreams of marrying well, Faye was tirelessly working to secure the backing of Boston Group's old-timers and prove her leadership capabilities.