Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1818

The room was cloaked in darkness. Ricardo slipped through the window, landing softly on the floor. He froze, listening intently for any sign of movement.

Satisfied that the coast was clear, he released his grip and began searching, rifling through the drawers and cabinets.

If he could find the evidence of Jenson's wrongdoings, he could expose him and avenge Orson.

Suddenly, the sound of a card swipe unlocking the door shattered the silence, echoing through the still room.

Ricardo jumped, his flashlight slipping from his hand and clattering to the floor. As the door opened, the figure stepped inside, instantly revealing his hiding spot.

Before the intruder could spot him, Ricardo quickly crouched down. In a swift motion, he grabbed the flashlight and turned off the beam.

His heart pounded as he observed the woman's graceful silhouette near the door.

The last time Ricardo had infiltrated Newton Residence, Chandler's partner had ruined his plan. Could he really be caught again—this time by Jenson's fiancée?

Surprisingly, the woman didn't scream or make a fuss. Instead, she calmly closed the door behind her. Trusting her instincts, she made her way toward him with calculated steps.

As she moved closer, Ricardo felt the soft brush of her chest against him, causing him to swallow hard. His body reacted to the proximity, and he instinctively took a step back—only to bump into a cabinet.

In the next moment, she was pressed fully against him, her body aligned with his.

"Shh… Don't say a word. Tonight, I'm your woman," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "What's the matter? Are you scared?"

Scared?

For a man, it was both a challenge and a temptation. Without a second thought, Ricardo wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.

He gave her shoulder a playful shake, his voice dripping with confidence. "You should stick with me from now on."

"Sounds good," the woman replied eagerly, though she didn't offer any further promises.

…

"Got a cigarette?" the woman asked.

"A cigarette?" Ricardo was momentarily caught off guard. "No, I don't smoke. You should quit too."

"Wow, my cousin really keeps you on a short leash, huh?" she teased.

"Cousin?"

Having said her piece, she tossed the blanket aside and got out of bed.

Jenson quickly pulled Chandler to the side, doing his best to shield him from the awkward scene.

The noise of their movements irritated Jenson, and he snapped impatiently, "I don't care how you two ended up here, but you've got two minutes—get out of my sight right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Alice's voice chimed from behind him.

"Why are you always so harsh with me?"

Jenson turned, only to be met by her coy, flirtatious gaze. He recoiled in disgust, pulling his head back. "Isn't this all your doing?"

Alice pouted and fluttered her long lashes, playing the victim. "I came to find you, but who knew this clueless idiot would take advantage of me? You have no idea how upset I am."

"Oh, for crying out loud!" Jenson exclaimed, rubbing his temples in utter exasperation. "You're completely out of control—no morals, no limits, just chaos personified! If everyone acted like you, the world would be one giant madhouse!"

Though he couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes, he still managed to project the stern authority of a disciplinarian.

"Do you even realize how utterly unlikable you look right now?"