Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 127

Even when praised, Chandler remained unfazed. "Ms. Mayhew, as a translator, you indeed have the gift of gab," he remarked.

Helen merely smiled.

Their conversation made the journey seem shorter. In no time, they reached their destination.

The Newton Group was collaborating with the Alirian government on an oil extraction project, investing billions.

The Alirian government was aware of Chandler's arrival and sent representatives to wait at the entrance. Upon his arrival, fireworks went off.

Helen quickly explained, "This is an Alirian tradition. The fireworks are a welcome gesture for you."

Once the fireworks ceased, Chandler stepped out of the car. The government representative smiled as they approached him. They extended a hand and said in fluent Alirian, "Welcome, Mr. Newton, to Aliry's premier mining site."

Helen translated the representative's greeting. Then, she facilitated an exchange of pleasantries between Chandler and the representative. Together, they proceeded to inspect the mining site.

Throughout the visit, Helen performed her translation duties with utmost diligence. She ensured that communication between the two parties was seamless. By noon, the government representative had arranged for a meal at a local restaurant and led the group there.

Helen leaned in to whisper to Chandler. "The local cuisine here tends to be sweet. I hope it suits your palate."

Chandler assured her of his adaptability. "I've spent some time in the south. I should be fine."

Chandler had anticipated a Cholonese-level of sweetness. However, the actual taste of the local dishes caught him off guard. The sweetness was overwhelming, and it diminished his appetite.

After the meal concluded, Helen approached Chandler with concern. "Mr. Newton, are you feeling alright?"

Chandler's face flushed. It was a clear sign of intoxication. "I'm fine," he insisted, though his voice indicated that he was lying.

Helen handed him some mint lozenges. "These should help. You hardly ate. I know a Cholonese restaurant nearby. Let's try that."

Chandler's need for food was pressing. The fruit wine had left him with a burning sensation in his stomach. He maintained his composure until they were safely in the car. As they drove away, Chandler felt an unexpected wave of nausea.

Helen was caught off guard when she heard Chandler groan. In an instant, he was vomiting. The situation was dire, far worse than any previous incident of overindulgence.