Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1165

"Too noisy," Helen muttered impatiently while glancing at her phone to check the time. "You all still have two minutes. If you leave now, you might make it."

Her voice was calm and composed, carrying an intangible quality that was hard to ignore.

Simon Hawk, the leader of the thugs, snorted dismissively. "Little girl, you've got it all wrong. You're the one who should be running. By the looks of it, I'd say you're a student from the University of Glendale, right?

"I respect educated people, so I'm giving you a chance to turn around and head back to school. If you wait any longer, you might not be able to go back at all."

Helen didn't react. Her eyes shifted from Tommy, who was pinned to the ground, to Bentley, who was unconscious. A sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

She then turned her gaze back to Simon and asked in a cold tone. "Who knocked him out?"

"I did." A thug with spiky hair stepped forward arrogantly, his words crude. "What's it to you, bitch? You wanna have a go too?"

"Hey," Simon drawled, his voice full of mockery. "How many times have I told you guys? When you talk to a lady, be gentle, be polite. How are you ever gonna get a girlfriend?"

He turned to Helen with a sly grin. "Hey there, how about I set you up with someone?"

"Sure," Helen replied, folding her arms, playing along to buy time. "But I have a few requirements. I like someone who's loyal, can protect me, and preferably has a bit of brains."

"Loyal? Absolutely!" Simon immediately turned to the spiky-haired thug, pulling him to the front and patting him on the shoulder. "Darren has been with me for years. He can take on three guys at once and knows how to handle people. Stick with him, and you'll never be on the losing side."

Darren puffed up his chest, clearly thinking he was some great catch.

"With scum like you guys? Get real!" Tommy spat as he struggled to get up.

He didn't know much about Chandler, but he knew that anyone Helen chose had to be exceptional. These thugs didn't even compare to Taylor's little toe. What right did they have to think they could measure up to her?

"What did you say?! Haven't you had enough yet?"

Helen was speechless. That was not necessary.

"Boss! He just said this girl is Helen Spencer!" one of the thugs exclaimed, catching onto the key piece of information.

Simon's eyes immediately filled with murderous intent as he looked at Helen. "Are you Helen Spencer?"

Helen raised an eyebrow, feeling somewhat exasperated.

"Oh, Tommy, I came to save you, and you go and blow my cover? Are you secretly working with these guys?" she wondered to herself.

Sighing, she said in an indifferent tone, "I am. So what?"

"Perfect. Saves me a trip," Simon sneered sinisterly before turning to his underlings. "You guys, grab her and cut up her face!"