Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1085

"Are you suggesting that the maid would risk her life just to frame you? If that's the case, perhaps you should reflect on why you're so widely disliked," a burly man in the corner interjected, deliberately stirring the pot.

Helen fixed him with a cold stare, causing him to shrink back instantly. He lowered his head and averted his gaze, retreating like a turtle into its shell.

"Bee does have a point. There's something off about this entire situation. We shouldn't be too quick to blame her. It's possible that someone is deliberately using this to create a rift between us.

"With our family about to partner with Destiny Corporation, there are plenty of people who might want to undermine us," Maurice said, breaking his silence.

"But this situation is already underway, and we need to find a way to resolve it. If word gets out, it will inevitably affect our family.

"Also, that maid is from the countryside. Keep in mind that people from rural areas tend to be notoriously stubborn and difficult to deal with. If they catch wind of the suicide note, they might not let Bianca off the hook," Maurice added.

Helen regarded him with a cold, emotionless gaze. She knew that Maurice and Faye were cut from the same cloth and had no genuine intentions of helping her.

"After all this back-and-forth, aren't you essentially saying that the only solution is to get rid of me?" Helen asked, slicing through Maurice's pretense.

Some people were so smooth with their words that they gave off an air of virtue. Yet, the most insidious insults often came from these seemingly charming individuals.

Maurice's face flushed with embarrassment. He clicked his tongue and fell silent, too uneasy to continue the conversation.

His role was merely to mediate; Helen was the main player, and he had no desire to invite trouble upon himself.

"In my view, someone with such a ruthless nature shouldn't be part of the company," one of the guests interjected.

Soon, others began to nod in agreement.

With that, she tossed the letter aside and stormed off, driving recklessly until nightfall. Eventually, she returned to her villa, feeling completely drained.

She pressed the doorbell absentmindedly and stood outside, looking disheartened.

The door soon opened from within. As Helen instinctively stepped forward, she came face to face with the imposing figure of someone she didn't recognize.

"Who are you?"

"Are you Helen?"

They both spoke at the same time.