Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1813

"Chandler." Jenson waved at Chandler and then passed the car key to the valet.

Aiden's eyes lit up when he noticed the car plate number. "Do you two know Mr. Moran too?"

"Sort of; we met him for the first time today." Germaine didn't want to reveal their relationship, nor did she want to take advantage of Seth, so she casually gave a vague answer.

"I see." Aiden nodded and stepped aside to make way. "This way, please."

Germaine also didn't plan to linger, so she walked inside.

Jenson was about to follow her but was pulled back by Chandler, so he fell far behind.

"Who is Mr. Moran?" Chandler asked.

"It's a long story…"

Jenson then gave Chandler a brief rundown of who Seth was.

…

Since Aiden refused to engage much, dinner became quite a simple affair and concluded in less than an hour.

Originally, Helen was supposed to be the one treating, and Chandler would pay the bill. However, Aiden took the opportunity to leave his card at the front desk in advance while going to the restroom.

Just as they were about to pay, the door of the VIP room opened from outside. The manager timidly followed an aggressive woman in.

The woman was in her 20s, and her modest yet sophisticated attire complemented her flamboyant personality well.

She approached the table and glanced at everyone before finally locking her gaze on Jenson and Germaine.

"Damn it!" Jenson stumbled back in shock and collapsed onto a chair, looking quite miserable.

The woman covered her face and chuckled, her hand tracing down his chest and giving it a good rub. "Don't worry, I won't eat you."

Just then, a hand reached out from the side and grabbed the woman's wrist, pulling it away. "And just who are you?"

Germaine looked displeased. She trusted Jenson's self-control, but that didn't mean other women could simply flirt with her man.

"Ah!" The woman bit her lower lip coquettishly and put on an innocent look. "Germaine, we are family. It was just a joke. You don't have to get so angry. You're hurting me."

"I'll ask one last time; who are you?" Germaine tightened her grip.

"Ouch!" The woman cried out in pain and had to give in. "Alright, alright, I'll tell. Let go of me first."