Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1736

"Moving forward, our primary adversary will be the top physicist, Georgia O'Connor. Along with her influence, we may also encounter the corrupt alliances backing her agenda. Our operations must remain completely confidential.

"Each of you will follow my instructions individually, and I'll send your specific tasks via encrypted messages. It's vital that everything is completed on time and without errors. Any questions?"

"No issues here," Gordon replied confidently, thumping his chest. "With you at the helm, we'll be just fine!"

"Excellent. Let's concentrate on this for now. Once we deal with this organization, we can finally take a breather."

Helen then introduced the latest advancements in their secure communication protocols. Once everyone was familiar with the system, they left the hospital in small groups.

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When Chandler returned home, Helen had already showered and changed into her pajamas. Seeing him walk through the door, she got up to help him change. "How was the banquet tonight?"

"It was productive," Chandler replied, pulling a business card from his pocket and handing it to her.

As she glanced at it, Helen frowned. "Thorley Vanderpool? Isn't he Prince Carl's bodyguard? His reputation isn't great."

"That's exactly why I don't plan to work with him," Chandler said, walking over to the bar to pour himself a glass of warm water.

After a moment of contemplation, Helen moved closer, resting her hands on the counter. Her striking eyes glimmered with insight as she asked, "Are you suggesting we steer him toward Georgia's side?"

"No one knows me better than you, honey," Chandler replied, leaning on the table and gazing intently into her eyes.

Despite the warmth in his expression, he continued to strategize. "Even the strongest opponent can be brought down by a foolish ally who undermines their chances."

She crouched down beside Howard, trying to comfort him. "What happened? Tell me everything."

Howard handed her his exercise book with a pout. "Lincoln's promises don't count. We agreed that if I finished a book, I'd get dessert as a reward. I finished it, but he won't let me have it."

Helen frowned, her heart aching for Howard. It must be incredibly disappointing for him to have his hopes crushed.

Chandler stepped forward, addressing Lincoln calmly. "What's going on here?"

Lincoln puffed out his cheeks defiantly and shot a glare at Howard. "Snitches aren't real men."

Howard lowered his head even more, nervously fidgeting with his chubby fingers.