Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1235

"You could've just kept talking like I wasn't here," Helen teased.

Madelyn went quiet, her cheeks turning red.

"Was that Mason on the phone?" Helen asked.

Madelyn nodded.

"Are you two officially together?" Helen probed.

"Not yet," Madelyn admitted, her eyes sparkling with affection. "But we have such a strong connection that it feels like we're already a couple."

"In other words, you're acting like a couple without actually being one," Helen observed.

She decided to offer a gentle reminder, adding, "Madelyn, I know you might not have much relationship experience, but it's important to be cautious. The world can be tough, so make sure you're taking care of yourself."

"I will," Madelyn said, nodding seriously.

Trusting Madelyn's judgment, Helen added, "Go ahead and enjoy your date. Don't worry about me—I've been feeling a bit worn out and could use some time to unwind."

"Got it. I won't disturb you. See you later, Helen," Madelyn replied. She quickly packed up her things and headed out.

Just as Helen was about to get into bed, her phone buzzed with a text message alert.

She opened it to find a message from a mass-sent number: "Dear Doomsday Arrival player, welcome to the community. Please assemble at Nebula Conference Hall one week from today. We look forward to your presence."

Helen frowned, confused about how the sender had obtained her private number since she had never shared it publicly.

She distinctly recalled that there was no registration or verification process when she logged into the game. So, how had they accessed her personal information?

It seemed there was more to this game than she initially thought. Helen wondered if it might be connected to the shadowy figures who had been trying to sabotage her.

As Helen pondered her next move, her phone rang again. It was Jenson calling.

Helen suspected he was reaching out as an intermediary for Chandler, so she decided to ignore the call.

Her gaze remained fixed on the screen until it dimmed. With a sigh, she turned her attention back to her computer and resumed her research.

Less than half a minute later, Jenson called again. Given his persistence, Helen assumed it might actually be something urgent.

She decided to take the call. After switching it to speaker mode, she placed the phone on the table. "What's up?"

"Helen! You finally answered! Chandler's in trouble!"

"What?"

That explained why she had been feeling so uneasy earlier—it was all connected to Chandler.