Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1329

Before Helen could finish her sentence, Chandler abruptly ended the call.

Staring at her phone's home screen, she felt a mix of amusement and frustration wash over her.

At that moment, Kiara emerged from the treatment room.

A few small cuts adorned her forehead, now treated and covered with band-aids. Her hair was a wild tangle, and her skirt was torn, making her look quite disheveled.

Kiara maintained a calm demeanor, walking with a light, casual stride, like a street fighter who had just claimed victory. However, it was clear that she was more injured than she let on.

Helen stole a glance at her, not wanting to start a conversation.

"Hey!" Scarlett called out.

Helen tucked her phone away and stood up confidently. "What's up? Are you still not satisfied? Do you want to take a swing at me too?"

Scarlett laughed, waving her hand dismissively. "No, thanks. I'm too tired for that today. Let's save it for another time."

"Then why did you call me?" Helen asked with a hint of amusement in her voice.

Scarlett sighed, her gaze warm and filled with admiration. "It's nothing serious. I just wanted to let you know that you need to find a new housekeeper; I'm done with that job."

"What's wrong? Did Kiara scare you off that quickly?" Helen teased.

"That woman isn't even worth my time," Scarlett replied with a smile.

Shaking her head, she added thoughtfully, "Honestly, losing to you is a lot easier than losing to Kiara."

"Is that meant to be a compliment?" Helen asked, a grin spreading across her lips.

"I suppose it is," Scarlett said, giving her a light pat on the arm. "I'm stepping out of the competition. There will be plenty more women like Kiara for you to deal with. Take care!"

As Chandler turned to face her, his expression was filled with disdain.

Kiara approached hesitantly, her hair a tangled mess and her makeup smudged. She kept her head down, deliberately avoiding Chandler's gaze.

She had intended to sneak away quietly, but as she passed by, Chandler stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Stop," he commanded, his tone resolute and unyielding.

Kiara froze, keeping her head down. In a barely audible whisper, she asked, "Is there something else?"

"Who gave you permission to enter my villa?" Chandler's voice sliced through the air, his demeanor radiating hostility.

Before Kiara could utter a word, he continued, "Your father's still in that rehabilitation center, right? Let this be your last warning—stay out of my way. If you don't, I can't promise he'll live to see another day."

At the mere mention of Julian, a wave of fear swept over Kiara's face. She felt the urge to protest but ultimately bit her tongue, turning away in silence.