Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1779

"Hold it right there," Helen commanded, gesturing to two security guards who immediately stepped forward to block Ricardo's path.

Ricardo's demeanor shifted as frustration bubbled to the surface. "Ms. Terzian, what's going on? Is Newton Residence some sort of lawless zone where media personnel are denied basic freedoms?"

Helen maintained her composure, a faint smile playing at her lips. "Mr. Cook, there's no need for such wild accusations. The guest bathroom is just behind me in the guest wing, yet you just emerged from the backyard. Care to explain that?"

Ricardo hesitated before stumbling through an excuse. "It's my first time in a mansion this grand. Is it a crime to look around?"

"And how do you explain this?" Helen asked, holding up the ID badge he had used to gain entry.

She peeled away the fake top layer, revealing a different identity underneath. The name, age, and photo didn't match Ricardo at all. It was clear that he wasn't a reporter.

Helen had suspected something was off from the moment he entered. She had swapped the badges, anticipating he might try to exploit the situation.

With his cover blown, Ricardo threw his hands up in defiance. "Go ahead, kick me out. I wasn't planning on sticking around anyway."

"Oh, I will," Helen replied, her smile turning icy. "But not just yet. Someone will be here to escort you out."

She turned to the bodyguards and instructed coldly, "Call the police."

"Wait! Hold on!" Ricardo cried out, panic surging through him.

Given his background, bringing in the police would result in headlines that would turn him into a laughingstock at Orson's expense.

After a moment of deliberation, he attempted to apologize, hoping to defuse the situation. "I'm sorry, Ms. Terzian. It was wrong of me to impersonate someone and sneak into your home. For the sake of the child I saved earlier, please don't blow this out of proportion."

Ricardo momentarily struggled to find his words, trying to deflect. "This was just a personal decision; it has nothing to do with my father. Do you really think telling him now will make any difference?"

At that moment, Chandler's voice echoed from the doorway. "We'll see about that soon enough."

Ricardo turned to see Chandler striding confidently into the room.

He casually draped an arm around Helen before guiding her to the nearby couch. Sitting down, he picked up the remote and turned on the large central TV.

The screen lit up with surveillance footage from Chandler's study, showing Ricardo rummaging through the desk and cabinets.

Chandler tossed the remote onto the couch and fixed his gaze on Ricardo. "With this footage and your fake ID, we have more than enough evidence to charge you with breaking and entering. How do you think your father will explain this to the media?"