Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1239

The assistant shook her head, closing and holding the file against her chest. "She is still under observation. Dr. Meloche is already there, and the results shall be out soon."

Chandler got up gloomily, walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window, and lit a cigarette. After taking a deep drag, he spoke again amidst the swirling smoke, "Tell Bernard that he must save the girl.

"Also, all the chain restaurants will be closed from now on. Except for the essential security guards, no employees are allowed to stay in the restaurants to avoid accidental harm by the girl's families."

"Got it. I will do it right away." Soon, the door was opened and closed again.

Chandler lifted his hand again, bringing the cigarette to his lips. As he looked down, he saw the group of protestors ganging up on someone.

The people were noticeably less compared to those who were holding up banners earlier, but it was still an overwhelming situation where the many were bullying the few.

Upon a closer look, wasn't the one surrounded in the middle Jenson?

At this moment, Jenson should promptly look for a way to break free and run into the building for help. Yet, he kept running outward as if he was heading toward a certain direction.

Because he had a goal in mind, those beating him could easily find his weak points. Every punch and kick landed right on his vital parts.

Ever since Jenson followed Chandler and the others, he was no longer the reckless teenager who couldn't even fight. What made him disregard even his own safety?

Chandler's heart sank, a bad feeling washing over him. Without thinking deeply, he quickly put out the cigarette in the ashtray and dashed downstairs.

Down the plaza, Jenson tasted blood in his mouth after taking two punches to the face. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand—he was indeed bleeding.

Just a second before he hit the ground, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed his shoulders. Then, he felt himself being held by something solid and strong.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Chandler's perfectly sculpted facial features.

"Chandler?" Jenson suddenly laughed evilly and pinched a button of Chandler's jacket coyly. "Hehe, don't you think this is what they called a hero saving a damsel?"

Chandler rolled his eyes. Was this the time for jokes?

"If a damsel looks like you, the hero might want to end his own life," Chandler said, pulling Jenson up.

The two stood side by side; their intimidating presence made the few clamoring people from earlier break into a cold sweat.