Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1701

The Terzians were ushered into a mansion that resembled a palace, and one by one, they began to feel light-headed.

They had always known Chandler was wealthy, but they never imagined it to this extent. This grand Encerian-style villa seemed fit for the highest officials.

"Abraham, did you notice how massive this place is? Even if our entire family moved in, we wouldn't come close to filling it!" Diana remarked.

She was already dreaming up ways to prolong her stay, especially after living in their snug two-bedroom apartment.

Abraham brushed her hand away, trying to maintain his composure as he adjusted his clothes. "Keep your voice down! If they hear you, they'll think we've never seen wealth before!"

Diana pouted, well aware that they hadn't experienced such luxury. For the sake of appearances, she decided to bite her tongue.

Meanwhile, Katie stood quietly to the side, absorbing the lavish surroundings.

The wealthy truly distinguished themselves; even a single sofa here cost over a hundred thousand dollars. The materials and craftsmanship were of the highest quality, far beyond anything her family could afford.

Katie picked an armchair and sat down gently. The moment she did, the chair enveloped her, making her feel as though she were floating on a cloud.

In that instant, she envisioned herself as the lady of the house.

Suddenly, the light above dimmed, casting a shadow over her face. Annoyed, she opened her eyes to find Diana grinning at her.

"Hey, sweetie! How's the chair? Is it comfy?"

In front of the housekeeper, he abruptly stood up and smashed the teacup that had just been served to him.

"Is this how the Newton family treats their guests? We traveled all this way, for goodness sake! How dare they leave us waiting like this? What's going on? Where's Chandler? Get him here right now!"

The housekeeper stepped forward to calm him. "Mr. Terzian, Mr. Newton is currently occupied with important matters. Please wait just a bit longer; he'll come as soon as he's able. Would you like another cup of tea in the meantime?"

"I've already had eight cups!" Abraham snapped, gesturing angrily. "Are you trying to drive me insane?"

"I meant no offense, Mr. Terzian. If tea isn't to your liking, I can bring you coffee instead," the housekeeper replied patiently.

Abraham waved his hand dismissively. "Enough with the pleasantries! Get Chandler here right now, or don't blame me if I turn this place upside down!"