Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1831

Accustomed to the world of high society, the butler remained calm despite being scolded. He smiled politely and left with his entourage.

"I couldn't care less!" Taylor yelled, furiously knocking the gifts to the floor.

"You will, eventually," Helen replied calmly, her words cutting through his anger with a sobering truth.

"Whose side are you on, boss?" Taylor shot back, feeling unjustly blamed. He had done a good deed, only to be treated like a schemer. Shouldn't Helen be defending him?

Turning on her heel, Helen walked back into the house. "Didn't you hear what the butler said? The person you just saved is the second young lady of BJ Group."

"I don't care who she is!" Taylor shrugged, attempting to justify himself. "I had no idea who she was when I saved her."

Helen stopped in her tracks and turned to face him, her expression growing serious. "Our mission in Miravell has two main objectives—the Fitzgerald family and BJ Group."

"No way, that's too much of a coincidence," Taylor said, struggling to accept it.

"It's exactly that coincidental," Helen replied firmly.

"…No wonder the Hunt family thinks I have ulterior motives," Taylor muttered, realizing there was no way to clear his name now.

"Well, then I'll just have to set the record straight!" he declared stubbornly, turning on his heel and marching off.

Chandler stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "Don't bother. The more you explain, the guiltier you'll seem. The Hunt family's lack of trust doesn't depend on whether you're innocent or not."

Though Chandler's words were blunt, they were painfully true. It didn't matter if it was Taylor or anyone else in his position—the Hunts would have reacted the same way.

Unable to come up with a response, Taylor could only stew in his frustration.

"Instead of overthinking it, you might as well make a genuine connection with Ms. Hunt. It could open doors for us when we negotiate a partnership later," Chandler suggested casually.

Two days had passed.

Lucy stood at Lane 2 in the upscale bowling alley, dressed in her full bowling gear.

After taking a few deep breaths, she gripped the ball with one hand and steadied it with the other.

She paused at the edge of the lane, carefully lining up her shot. With a firm push, she sent the ball rolling forward. Her focused expression suggested she was a seasoned player, confident in her skills.

Nonetheless, the ball quickly let her down, veering off course and splashing into the gutter after traveling only halfway.

Lucy, however, remained unshaken. She adjusted her stance, grabbed another ball, and readied herself for the next throw.

Just as she was about to release it, a hand gently rested on her waist.