Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1732

"What's going on?" Helen asked as she approached with two glasses of wine, handing one to Chandler.

"It seems Georgia's henchmen have targeted Adrian," Chandler replied, his expression serious. He swirled the glass in his hand, the deep red liquid reflecting the turmoil within him.

"There are only a handful of top fashion designers in the country, and Adrian is among the best. It makes sense he'd attract attention. Is he okay?" Helen asked.

"He just called to check in, so he should be fine," Chandler assured her.

Helen nodded thoughtfully, considering the situation. "With Taylor and now Adrian involved, it's clear Georgia is determined to win this designer selection event. But her aggressive strategy might be a bit premature."

"Being overly eager isn't the main issue; we should worry if she's not rushing. Haste often leads to mistakes. The clearer Georgia's objectives become, the more precise our countermeasures can be," Chandler explained, his gaze exuding authority.

Helen's eyes sparkled at his words, a plan forming in her mind. "Since Georgia wants Adrian to act as a mole, why don't we complicate things? Let him pretend to cooperate to buy us more time."

Chandler raised his glass in a toast, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "I was just thinking the same thing."

Everything clicked seamlessly between them, a testament to their synergy as a married couple.

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As September began, the weather started to cool.

Prince Carl Marblemaw and Princess Anna Yarrow of Yorga arrived in Glendale on the first day of autumn, kicking off their visit to Grand Cathay.

Following their official meeting with senior government officials, Carl and Anna were escorted by Sebastian to a welcome reception held by Destiny Corporation.

Georgia smiled, her demeanor cool and composed. "Sometimes, knowing too much can be a curse. Mr. Adrian, you should cherish this hard-won reunion. One wrong choice could cost you something you'll never get back."

A tempest of emotions swirled within Adrian, but he kept his expression steady. Clenching his fists tighter, he glared at Georgia, perfectly embodying the image of a tormented soul under pressure.

"Ms. O'Connor," Chandler's voice suddenly cut in from behind as he stepped up beside Adrian. "Long time no see. It seems you and my brother are getting along quite well."

Georgia returned a cryptic smile. "With such a capable partner by your side, I'm sure you'll be a strong contender in this designer selection."

Chandler placed a reassuring hand on Adrian's shoulder. "Absolutely! With brotherly teamwork, we can accomplish anything. I'm confident we won't let you down, Ms. O'Connor."

Georgia shot one last glance at Adrian before turning to leave with her assistant.