Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1703

If Chandler could introduce a wealthy suitor to Katie, that would be ideal.

Chandler nodded. "Got it. So, no other requirements, right?"

"That's all for now," Abraham quickly cut in, anxious that Diana or Katie might say something embarrassing.

"Okay," Chandler responded with a nod and turned toward the door, snapping his fingers.

Moments later, a sharply dressed assistant entered and handed Abraham a brown paper bag.

Puzzled, Abraham opened it to find documents inside. As he read through them, his expression changed dramatically.

The bag contained a debt contract signed by Kaylee, stating she owed Chandler five hundred million dollars.

With a scowl, Abraham turned to Chandler. "What is the meaning of this?"

Chandler feigned innocence, spreading his hands. "Didn't you say you wanted to take Kaylee with you? Now that you've reestablished your father-daughter relationship, the responsibility falls on you to pay off her debts. Once that's settled, you can take her home."

Diana immediately panicked. "Wait, isn't Kaylee your girlfriend? Why should we have to pay you back for what you've spent on her?"

Chandler looked at her with a cold, emotionless gaze. "Mrs. Terzian, keep in mind that I'm a businessman, not a charity. Repaying debts is a matter of principle. You're not thinking about defaulting, are you?"

His words plunged the living room into an awkward silence.

The Terzians exchanged nervous glances, completely thrown off balance. They had come looking for an advantage, but now they were trapped in a serious predicament.

It was said that Chandler was generous with women, so why was he suddenly so rigid with Kaylee?

Before they could respond, Chandler pulled out his phone and waved it in front of them with a smirk. "Just so you know, there's no way out of this. Everything Mr. Terzian said earlier? I've recorded it all.

Abraham staggered back, collapsing onto the sofa. "This wretched Kaylee! I must be paying for sins from a past life. Such an ungrateful daughter—she'll be the death of me…"

…

At 9:00 am, Jenson walked Germaine into the office building of Jenson International Financial Corporation. After giving her a quick kiss, he hurried toward the door.

"Hey, where are you going?" Germaine called after him, trying to catch his attention.

Jenson, however, completely missed her hint. As he jogged toward the elevator, he flashed a carefree grin and replied, "I'm heading to meet a client—we're about to close a huge deal. I can't afford to mess this up. I'll pick you up tonight!"

"Jenson, you—"

Just as Germaine was about to ask about the project, he stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding shut behind him.