Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1070

Helen could tell that Chandler wasn't just trying to flatter her; he genuinely meant what he said.

"Alright," Helen said with a nod. With a playful twinkle in her eye, she added, "Don't worry, Mr. Newton. I'll make sure to spend wisely so you don't have to work too hard."

"Well, thank you, future Mrs. Newton!" Chandler replied.

As they continued their light-hearted conversation, Helen's phone suddenly pinged with a text message.

It was a reminder from her real estate agent about the property viewing she had arranged the night before.

Helen swiftly put her phone back in her bag, unfastened her seatbelt, and promptly exited the car.

Chandler watched as Helen hurriedly gathered her things, her brow furrowed in concern. "Where are you rushing off to? I can give you a ride—there's no need for you to get out of the car."

"No, that wouldn't be right. You're not my personal driver," Helen replied with a hint of seriousness. "Besides, you need to focus on growing our future savings. You can't always be at my beck and call.

"I'm running my own business now and need to learn to be independent. With a thoughtful and understanding fiancée like me, you should be pleased!"

Chandler chuckled and shook his head. "I can't cut back on giving you rides; it's non-negotiable."

"Says who? I'm giving you a pass this time," Helen retorted, holding onto the car door with a serious expression. "Chandler, we're in this for the long haul. I'm not someone who needs constant pampering.

"Instead of working yourself to the bone for me, I'd rather you use your time to rest and take care of yourself after work. It's important for you to stay healthy so we can enjoy many years together. Do you understand?"

Chandler raised his right hand in a somewhat clumsy salute. "Yes, my lady!"

After a brief pause, he added with a playful grin, "But I still want to know where you're going. Otherwise, I can't help but feel uneasy."

"I'm off to check out some land and a house," Helen explained. "I'm looking for a large, spacious venue for my variety show. Does that make you feel better, my dear?"

"Men can be so immature when they're clingy," she reflected inwardly.

Shortly after Chandler had left, he decided to call Graham.

"Hello, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?" Graham answered promptly.

"Do we still have that thousand-acre vacant plot of land?" Chandler asked casually.

"Yes, we do. However, you had previously authorized it to be developed into a premier golf course," Graham replied.

"Right. Stop the construction and contact the relevant parties to list the land for sale today," Chandler directed.

"Understood! Wait—what?" Graham agreed at first but then quickly realized something was wrong.

"But sir, this project has significant potential. Why are we selling it now?" he asked, taken aback.

"Because my wife needs it," Chandler replied nonchalantly. "Is that reason enough for you?"