Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1772

At that moment, Isabelle's edgy hairstyle did little to conceal her scheming nature.

As Helen watched the scenes flashing on the screen, she couldn't shake the feeling that justice had finally been served.

Unfortunately, the real Kaylee would never witness this truth.

Isabelle stood frozen in disbelief. After a moment of panic, she dashed toward the screen, desperately trying to block the incriminating footage with her body.

"Stop watching! Turn it off! Everyone, close your eyes! Where's the power? Unplug it now!"

But despite her frantic pleas, the onlookers remained indifferent, offering no assistance at all.

In her struggle, Isabelle's desperation turned to terror. Spotting a nearby chair, she grabbed it and flung it at the screen without a second thought.

To her shock, the metal chair got caught in the wires behind the screen, rendering it impossible to pull free.

"Ahhhh! Help! Somebody help me!"

As a violent crackle of electricity filled the air, Isabelle's body began to convulse. Her blonde hair billowed out, resembling dandelion seeds caught in a gust of wind.

After what felt like an eternity, a loud explosion shattered the silence. Isabelle collapsed to the floor, her limbs twisted, eyes rolling back in her head. Her body shook violently, wisps of black smoke escaping her mouth.

Just as Kaylee had perished in an explosion, Isabelle now faced a similar fate. Perhaps this was what they called karma—inevitable and inescapable.

The room fell into a heavy silence, no one daring to speak after the shocking turn of events.

After briefly glancing at his outstretched hand, Helen raised her gaze, her expression stoic. "I'm afraid I can't accept your apology."

"Ms. Terzian, your decision to forgo your candidacy for the sake of the rules demonstrates your integrity. I believe we share a fundamental understanding and wouldn't dwell on trivial matters.

"If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I assure you I will be of help in the future," Orson pressed, moving his hand closer.

Helen's lips curved into a faint smile, but her gaze was as sharp as a blade. "Mr. Cook, it seems you've misunderstood me. They say the stormiest seas are the hardest to navigate, and regrettably, I happen to be the fiercest among them. So, pardon me, but I have no intention of indulging your request."

Confronted with her unwavering resolve, Orson had no choice but to step back.

While he had certainly offended Kaylee, Orson found some solace in knowing that his actions had driven a wedge between Carl and both Chandler and Helen. In his mind, the day wasn't entirely wasted.