Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 113

Helen smiled brightly and responded, "What do you think?"

Paul sprang up from his chair and lunged towards Helen, only to be stopped by her half a step away. "Calm down, calm down, don't get too excited."

Paul's eyes turned red as he said, "You've finally come back after all these years. Do you know how hard we've looked for you?"

His voice choked up as he spoke.

Helen patted his shoulder, "Here I am, back and fine. Look at you, enjoying life on your own, quite comfortably."

Paul's emotions settled a bit, and he asked, "Do the others know you're back?"

"Not yet," Helen replied.

Quickly wiping his tears, Paul said, "You don't know this, but Benjamin has been waiting for your return all these years. He's the only one who stayed in the scene. I heard he's become a lyricist for a celebrity, written quite a few hit lyrics. But without your voice and compositions, even the best lyrics can't produce the same effect."

Helen remained silent. She surveyed the courtyard and suggested, "How about we go out for dinner tonight?"

Paul's face lit up, "I'll call everyone then."

Helen quickly interjected, "No need. Let's not tell them I'm back. Just the two of us will do."

Paul hesitated. "I promised Benjamin I'd tell him the moment I knew anything about you."

After a moment, Paul conceded. "Alright, we're not telling him! I'll show you around properly."

Helen nodded, then walked towards the backyard where a line of limited-edition motorcycles was parked. She touched one of the bikes and remarked, "It's been a while since I've been around these."

Paul chuckled and tossed her the keys. "Come on, let's take them for a few rounds."

Helen caught the keys, hopped onto a motorcycle, and put on a helmet. She looked effortlessly cool. With a smile, she revved the engine and rode off.

Paul was visibly excited, riding side by side with Helen. He reminisced about the happy times spent with her and the rest.

Paul took Helen to a bar, where they ordered some signature drinks. Clashing their glasses, Helen toasted, "Paul, it's been too long."

"Indeed, Helen, or should I say Hannah," Paul echoed.

They emptied their glasses in one go. Helen then inquired, "How have you been all these years?"

Paul smiled. "After you left, we all dispersed. Other than Benjamin, who's still active in the industry, most have stepped back. I run this bar now, keeping an eye on it at night and basking in the sun at the courtyard during the day.

"Benjamin got lucky with the celebrity he's managing. What's his name again? Right, Tyrone! You should listen to some of his songs. Benjamin wrote the lyrics for many of his hit tracks."

Helen paused at the mention of Tyrone.

She felt that it was a small world indeed.

"I'll check them out sometime. Your bar's pretty nice."

"Wait a minute..."

Chandler called out to her, stopping Helen in her tracks. Instinctively, she reached up to adjust the mask on her face and disguised her voice, "Yes, sir? Can I help you?"

"I want to ask, are you Hannah?"

Helen didn't expect Chandler to recognize her, which took her by surprise. Of course, she couldn't let him know her real identity. "I'm sorry, but you're mistaken. I'm not her."

With that, Helen turned to leave but was stopped as Chandler grasped her wrist.

"Please let go, sir. What are you doing?" she protested.

Chandler studied her closely, finding her silhouette eerily familiar yet improbable.

After a pause, he asked again, "Are you really not Hannah? Your voices are identical."

Helen explained, "I'm just good at imitations. You're giving me too much credit. It seems my imitation skills are too good."

Chandler let go after he realized he was mistaken.

Freed, Helen didn't linger and quickly walked away.

Paul hurried over and expressed his concern, "Who was that man? What did he want with you?"