Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1757

Orson opened his mouth, seemingly about to say more. Just then, his assistant entered with a reminder of an upcoming meeting, sparing Jenson from any further discomfort.

"Since we've covered everything, I won't keep you any longer," Orson said, standing up and leading them toward the door.

Being mindful of the situation, Chandler politely excused himself. "We won't take up any more of your time, Mr. Cook. Until next time."

With that, Chandler and Jenson left the office.

The moment they stepped outside, Jenson could no longer hold back his frustration. "What's his game? One minute he's all smiles, and the next, he's trying to take over my company. What's the difference between him and a thief?"

"Once a company grows to a certain size, dealing with the government is inevitable," Chandler said with a serious expression. "Make sure you keep your finances separate from Destiny Corporation's and avoid giving them any opportunities to exploit you.

"After completing your current projects, it might be best to hold off on taking on any large ones. They're probably trying to use your company to access Destiny Corporation's database. And don't forget, the Institute of Physics is Georgia's domain."

"Damn, how did I miss that? They've really thought this through. I need to go back and shut down that Orson guy now."

Just as Jenson was about to walk away, Chandler stopped him. "Antagonizing the Department of Commerce won't do us any favors. When you're operating under someone else's banner, sometimes you have to know when to bend."

Chandler always looked at the big picture. Trusting his judgment, Jenson reluctantly agreed, and the issue was soon forgotten.

Meanwhile, Orson stood by the upstairs window, watching Chandler and Jenson as they walked away. His gaze was intense, filled with unspoken thoughts.

As soon as the call connected, Orson spoke up, "Chandler's sharp. Handling them is going to take some time."

On the other end, Georgia's voice carried a note of warning. "You've spent years preparing for this. The organization has invested heavily to get you into this position, all so you can act swiftly and decisively. Don't forget, you hold the power."

After a moment's pause, Orson stood up straight and spoke into the phone, "I understand, Ms. O'Connor. I'll keep a close watch on them. If we don't see results in time, I'll use my authority as Secretary of Commerce to apply pressure."

"Wait, Your Highness," a staff member stepped forward quickly, trying to stop her. "This horse is volatile and has already injured several riders. We strongly advise against riding it."

Anna, however, seemed undeterred, cheerfully donning her protective gear. "Okay, okay, if I fall, I'll take full responsibility. Don't worry, I'm a skilled rider. I've got this—trust me."

"Your Highness, this isn't safe. If anything goes wrong, we can't be held responsible—" the staff member pleaded, his voice tinged with concern.

Despite the warnings, Anna was determined, believing that taming the horse would give her a sense of victory in her quiet struggle with Carl.

Ignoring the staff's protests, she confidently mounted the horse and took off.

However, it didn't take long for reality to catch up with her. Just a few strides into the ride, the horse began to buck violently, thrashing in a desperate attempt to throw her off.