Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1610

"I'm being serious, Mr. Cabrera. I really haven't finalized anything yet," Isabelle said, feeling overwhelmed.

Frustrated, she stomped back over and kicked Jason awake. Covering the phone with her hand, she snapped, "Stop sleeping and get up!"

Startled, Jason tumbled to the ground, his eyes wide with confusion.

On the other end of the line, Garrett's tone sharpened. "Isabelle, don't think you can fool me. I've done my research—Ms. Kaylee Kardashian is your best friend; how could you not have this sorted out?"

"What did you just say?" Isabelle froze in disbelief. "Kaylee is Ms. Kardashian? That's impossible!"

Kaylee was notoriously tone-deaf, and everyone who knew her was well aware of it.

Isabelle had long suspected that Daniel's decision to take her away seven years ago was motivated by something more than it seemed.

The notion that Kaylee was suddenly a musical genius struck her as completely absurd.

Was it possible that this talent had emerged only after she became pregnant?

"You didn't know?" Garrett asked, probing further. "Is there some kind of conflict between you? If that's the case, I might need to reconsider my investment."

Isabelle quickly regained her composure. "Come on, Mr. Cabrera! We're the best of friends—there's no way we'd argue. I know her well; she's probably just planning a surprise. Don't worry, I'll secure that contract!"

"Alright, then. I'll be keeping a close eye on this." Feeling reassured, Garrett hung up.

As Isabelle slammed her phone shut, her expression darkened with anger.

"What did Mr. Cabrera say?" Jason asked, sitting up groggily.

Helen saw Isabelle's name flash on her screen. She deliberately waited ten seconds before tapping to decline the call.

When it rang again, she instinctively repeated the same action.

A subtle smile crossed her lips. It was pretty late for Isabelle to be reaching out—her enthusiasm seemed to have faded over the years.

Just then, her phone vibrated again.

Helen assumed it was Isabelle and was about to disconnect when she noticed it was Chandler's private number. She quickly answered the call and held it to her ear.

"What were you up to? Why did it take you so long to pick up?" Chandler's deep voice resonated through the receiver.

"It's nothing. I just forgot to turn on the anti-spam setting on my phone since returning to the country," Helen replied cheerfully, leaning against the glass window. "So, Mr. Newton, what's prompting your call at this hour—aren't you worried about being caught?"