Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1773

As Chandler watched Orson leave, he took Helen's hand gently. "It seems Prince Carl hasn't quite grasped the reality of the situation," he said somberly.

If he had, he wouldn't have been so disappointed when Isabelle was exposed.

"He doesn't seem to realize that even without me or Destiny Corporation, their country's design capabilities are still far from enough to secure a win.

"At this critical juncture, partnering with a strong ally is much more effective than trying to suppress the competition," Helen reflected, noting how often outsiders lacked foresight.

"Those who are overly arrogant usually need a hard lesson to learn," Chandler replied, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Anyone who fails to see how amazing my wife is is bound to fail—there's no need to feel sorry for him."

"Exactly," Helen said, pride shining in her eyes. "If anyone's to blame, it's Prince Carl for his poor judgment. He just can't see that I'm a rare gem!"

…

As night fell, Jenson and Germaine stepped out of the shopping mall. They walked one after the other, looking forward to a stroll home.

They had taken this route countless times as business partners, but tonight felt different—an electric intimacy lingered between them.

Gazing up at the starry sky, Jenson said, "If I could spend my whole life just holding your hand like this, with no worries, that would be perfect."

"Really? Just doing nothing at all?" Germaine teased, a playful smile lighting up her face.

"Huh?" Jenson seized the moment, stepping in front of her to block her path. With a serious look, he said, "Let's turn around and head back to the car."

"Why? Didn't you say you wanted to try all sorts of classic date activities? Are you in a hurry now?" Germaine replied, pretending not to understand. She sidestepped him and continued walking with her hands clasped behind her back.

Intrigued, Jenson began walking sideways like a crab to keep pace with her. "Of course there's no rush. But if we're going to do something, it's better to get back sooner rather than later, right? Let's go, babe. What do you say?"

"Do what?" Germaine continued to play coy, stifling a laugh with her innocent expression.

The more she teased him, the more the fire within Jenson flared, stirring a restless longing in his heart.

"Germaine!" he exclaimed, pressing her against the railing, his eyes filled with longing. "You know exactly what I mean. Stop pretending! I want to…"

Germaine's beautiful eyes sparkled like rippling water, their seductive allure tugging at Jenson's restless heart.

As he nervously swallowed, she reached out, her delicate fingers tracing the line of his Adam's apple.

"What do you want?" Germaine teased, her voice laced with seduction. "If you don't spell it out, how can I give it to you? Am I right?"

Her gaze remained unwavering, perfectly mirroring the heat in his eyes.

Jenson felt a rush of warmth flooded his cheeks, the tension in him palpable as the veins in his hands throbbed from the effort to restrain himself.

He was completely ensnared by her flirtation, sinking deeper into her spell with every passing moment.

After what felt like an eternity, Jenson reluctantly released Germaine, though his eyes still burned with unfulfilled desire.

He wrapped his arms around her petite frame, pulling her closer as he leaned down. "You really are a tempting little minx."

Instead of backing away, Germaine leaned in, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Are you scared, my dear?"

In the black SUV, the driver noticed Jenson speeding up. Instinctively, he tilted his hat lower and pressed down on the gas.

He focused intently on Jenson's movements. As they approached an intersection, Jenson made a sudden sharp turn and darted into an alley.

Caught off guard by the quick maneuver, the driver sped past the entrance. He had no choice but to slam on the brakes, coming to a screeching halt. Without a moment's pause, he turned around and barreled into the alley after them.

To his surprise, the alley was only about 50 yards long. Just as he accelerated to his maximum speed, he encountered a sudden dead end.

"Damn it!" he shouted, slamming on the brakes, but it was too late. The vehicle crashed through the barrier, teetering dangerously over the lake.

As the driver fumbled to unbuckle his seatbelt and escape, the car began to tilt toward the water. In an instant, he went silent, paralyzed by fear.

Just as he prepared to activate the onboard emergency system for help, a mocking voice cut through the tension.

"Another foolish thief."

In a flash, Jenson wrenched the car door open, dragging the man out and tossing him onto the ground. With that, the black SUV lost its balance and plunged into the lake with a heavy splash.

The driver stared at the now-calm water, breathless with terror. If he had fallen in, he would have drowned before anyone could rescue him. He owed his life to Jenson and Germaine.

"Hey," Jenson said, leaning forward with his hands on his knees, his expression serious. "I'm talking to you—what organization are you with?"

He was eager to uncover which of his enemies would employ someone so inept.