Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1238

Jenson's eyes stung from the smoke. Despite the irritation, he made a conscious effort to maintain his composure, determined not to blow his cover.

He quickly pulled the cigarette away, trying to sound like a seasoned smoker. "What kind of cigarette is this? It's really harsh!"

"You're a man with higher standing, so our regular cigarettes can't compare to what you're used to. Just make do with these," someone nearby said, eager to curry favor.

Noticing that the crowd had lowered their guard, Jenson shifted the conversation, aiming to further manipulate the situation.

He motioned for everyone to gather closer and spoke in a hushed, conspiratorial tone, "To be honest, I've done some digging. That Chandler guy isn't going to make a public appearance anytime soon.

"I'm planning to grease some palms to get inside and confront him directly. If any of you have urgent matters, let me know, and I'll try to address them while I'm in there."

As soon as Jenson made his offer, the crowd erupted into chaos.

"I'll go first! Sir, my family urgently needs the money!"

"No, I should go first! I'm the one who gave you that cigarette. My brother's hospital bills are overdue—please don't leave me high and dry!"

"It was just one cigarette. Why should that matter…"

The scene quickly descended into pandemonium. What had been a unified front swiftly unraveled into a frenzied scramble, with people turning on each other in a bid to secure their own claims.

Seeing that Jenson had the situation under control, Helen pressed forward and continued her way into the building.

To her surprise, the protesters outside were just a diversion intended to attract media attention. The real victims' families were actually waiting in the reception area on the first floor.

As soon as Helen entered the lobby, she found herself face-to-face with one of the family members.

It was a fateful encounter, and they recognized each other instantly. Reacting quickly, Helen came to a halt and cautiously took a step back.

"How dare you mess with us? Do you really think we're so easy to bully?"

Feeling betrayed, several protesters launched a furious attack, pummeling Jenson with a barrage of fists and kicks.

Unable to defend himself, Jenson could only watch in despair as more people chased after Helen.

In the manager's office at Newton Foods, Chandler's assistant was diligently updating him on the situation.

"Mr. Newton, we've acted on your instructions and reached out to the media to cut back their coverage. Public attention should decrease soon, and future reports will be minimized accordingly.

"But in this digital era, it's challenging to control the fallout if the victims' families choose to campaign for their rights online."

Chandler nodded and asked calmly, "What's the latest update on the young woman with cancer? Has her condition been stabilized?"