Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1596

"Sounds good. I'll set up a separate meeting for you later to give you a proper welcome. After such a long flight, you and your daughter should head back to the hotel and recover from the time difference," Isabelle said warmly.

Helen smiled, taking Sienna's hand as they walked away together.

At that moment, Jason leaned in, eager to gossip. "Did she really have a daughter with that freeloading guy?"

Isabelle shot him a sidelong glance. "Is that really what you should be focusing on right now? Stop hiding the sign—who's even going to see it? What if we end up missing Ms. Kardashian? Who will take the blame for that?"

Having been criticized all morning, Jason seethed with frustration. As he lifted the sign again, he couldn't help but retort, "It's precisely because you're so tactless that no man dares to pursue you. You really need to work on that stern face of yours. Where's your feminine charm?"

Isabelle's expression darkened. "Do you honestly think the money you squander on those glamorous women just appeared out of thin air? You should be praying I don't kick you to the curb; otherwise, get ready for bankruptcy!"

Though Jason bristled at being overshadowed by a woman, he couldn't deny Isabelle's exceptional skills. Reluctantly, he swallowed his pride and fell silent.

They waited patiently as the last passengers from the international flights cleared the exit, but Ms. Kardashian never showed up. Frustrated, they decided to head straight to Celebrity Hotel, prepared to wait for her arrival there.

Isabelle stepped up to the front desk and lightly tapped on the counter. "Excuse me, could you please call Ms. Kardashian in room 1203? Just let her know it's Isabelle Rodrigo from the publishing house and that I'd like to stop by."

"Please hold on," the receptionist said, typing away at the computer.

After a moment, she smiled and leaned forward slightly. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but the guest in room 1203 isn't Ms. Kardashian. I think you might have the wrong room."

"That's impossible! Can you please double-check for me? She's supposed to be checked in today," Isabelle insisted.

Since learning to cook, this had become his go-to strategy whenever he messed up, and it never failed to win her over.

Even though he occasionally caused a bit of chaos, no one dared to intervene, as Helen had specifically instructed them to keep a watchful eye on him.

After more than an hour, Lincoln finally completed his hazelnut molten chocolate cake. He removed his ill-fitting chef's hat, excitement bubbling as he searched for a nice plate to present his creation.

As he approached the sterilizing cabinet, he quickly noticed a ceramic dish on the bottom shelf.

Just as he was about to open the door, a small, grimy hand reached out beside him, wobbling as it tried to grab a sweet potato stacked in the corner.

Intrigued, Lincoln tilted his head and grabbed the chubby hand. Stepping closer, he was surprised to find a little girl hiding under the table.