Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1290

Helen quickly massaged Ryan's two acupressure points that could help alleviate palpitation. Only then did his painful expression ease a little, but his breathing was still heavy.

"You don't have to force yourself. You can't earn all the money. Can't you care a little more about your health?" Helen couldn't help but speak up.

Ryan looked at her weakly with half-closed eyes and had no strength to explain.

He had not slept well for an entire week. His daily schedule was packed, and he had to work constantly. Even during transit in the car, he had to run the scripts and had no personal time at all.

Of course, he knew the importance of taking care of his health. But he had signed the contract, and his body was no longer his.

If he breached the contract, the compensation sum would cause him to be unable to get back on his feet ever again.

"Don't mind him," Octavia, crossing her arms over her chest, said coldly. "He likes to use this tactic to gain sympathy. This is not the first time he has done it. Every time, he ends up completing his job just fine.

"Ryan, get to your feet on your own. Don't force me to speak harshly in front of others."

Those words deeply hurt Ryan's pride. Octavia was well-known throughout the entertainment industry for being foul-mouthed. He could never let Helen see him being scolded pathetically.

He gritted his teeth and held the armrest tightly to force himself to stand up. With a few sway, he finally steadied himself.

"I'm fine, Ms. Tarantino. Let's continue." He forced a bitter smile.

Octavia seemed to enjoy the thrill of successfully pressuring others. With a complacent smile, she said in a flaunting manner, "See? I told you Ryan is very well-behaved; he wouldn't want to cause me trouble."

"No, this has nothing to do with you now." Helen gestured for him to stop talking and said stubbornly, "Now that my good mood is ruined, I don't want to record anymore."

"Helen, don't push your luck! You'll have to pay the compensation fee if you breach the contract." Seeing that the soft approach failed, Octavia switched to the hard approach.

"I know. I'm rich, so I can do what I want." Helen stared at Octavia innocently.

"Why you—" Octavia was enraged, feeling embarrassed to be humiliated in front of Ryan. She stomped over to Helen in high heels. "Bitch, I'll teach you a lesson and show you how to behave today."

But before she could reach Helen, Ryan's roar stopped her in her tracks. "Enough!"

Ryan gripped the chair, the veins on his hand bulging, as his beautiful eyes locked intensely onto Octavia.