Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1838

Freya couldn't help but think how painfully naive Alice was when it came to men. She was almost tempted to crack open her skull just to see what kind of absurd notions were tumbling around inside.

"Don't stress," Alice said with a self-assured grin. "Last time was just a one-off. Have you ever seen a man refuse an offer like mine? Plus, this time, we've got a backup plan—it's guaranteed to work."

"Well, I suppose you're right," Freya said bluntly. "Those unattractive men always seem to fall for women like you. Here's the plan—you take care of Germaine's man first.

"Once you've got him hooked, I'll send in one of my own. That way, we keep it all in-house. Let's face it, only our lackeys can be trusted with something this delicate."

Alice ran a finger across her neck, "If you're so worried about Germaine stealing your inheritance, why not just eliminate her once and for all?"

"Do you think I haven't thought about it? With my dad keeping a close eye on her, getting rid of her isn't as simple as you think. Since I'll have to deal with her eventually, I might as well start by planting someone by her side now.

"That way, when the time comes, I'll have no trouble controlling the Moran family." Freya's eyes narrowed, her ruthless ambition plain to see.

"Wow, that's really impressive," Alice remarked, her voice dripping with admiration as she gave a sarcastic thumbs-up. With a wicked grin, she continued, "But how can you be so sure your guy won't join forces with Germaine and betray you once it's all said and done?"

Freya's smile disappeared in an instant. "That's none of your concern. If you want to keep riding on my family's coattails, you'd better stick to your role."

"Alright, alright, forget I asked. I'll get to work," Alice said with a bright smile as she stepped out of the car.

But as she turned away, her cheerful expression soured, and she muttered under her breath, "What a joke. If it weren't for my actual interest in Jenson, do you think I'd even bother with you? Please.

"No wonder your father can't stand you—those menopausal meltdowns are clearly catching up with you. Honestly, you had it coming."

…

As soon as Germaine and Jenson entered the luxurious hotel suite, Freya eagerly rushed to greet them.

"Germaine, Jenson, I'm so glad you could make it! I was worried you might still be upset with me. Honestly, just having you here really lifts my spirits!" Freya's tone had shifted completely, her earlier coldness replaced by an unexpected warmth.

Germaine and Jenson exchanged a wary look, both sensing something was off.

Just moments ago, Freya had been distant and hostile, yet now she was behaving as if nothing had happened—like they were all one big, happy family.

"Please, don't just stand there—sit down," Freya urged cheerfully.

Unfazed, Germaine and Jenson took their seats.

Before they had a chance to settle in, Freya was already on her feet. She had a glass in hand, prepared to make a toast. "Germaine, I owe you an apology. I know I've said some hurtful things, and I was wrong. Please, don't hold it against me—I hope we can move forward and leave the past behind.

"We're sisters, after all—bound by blood, if nothing else. And aside from Dad, you're the only real family I have left. From now on, we need to stand by each other. As for all the mess, I'll take the fall. Do with it what you will—let this be my way of making things right."

After her heartfelt words, Freya tilted her head back and downed the entire glass of red wine in one gulp.

Having grown up without siblings and raised by a distant, indifferent mother, Germaine had always craved a stronger familial bond. She found herself genuinely moved by Freya's words.

Freya had mentioned the gifts were in the back but hadn't been clear on the exact location. Pinching his nose, Jenson began to rummage through the space.

Within moments, a wave of dizziness swept over him. His body went slack, and he collapsed onto the leather seat.

"Oh, no… It's a trap!" he thought.

Realizing something was wrong, Jenson attempted to escape, but it was already too late.

His vision blurred, and everything around him seemed to fade into nothingness. His limbs felt numb and unresponsive, while an intense heat surged through his body.

After what felt like an eternity, the car door finally opened. To Jenson's surprise, a woman who appeared to be Germaine stepped inside.

"You're here, sweetheart," Jenson mumbled weakly, struggling to sit up. "I think I've been poisoned… I feel terrible…"

As he spoke, he began to loosen his tie.

Alice watched him with a self-satisfied gleam in her eyes. All her planning was coming to fruition—she had dressed in the same outfit as Germaine and even wore the same perfume.

Hours later, Jenson slowly regained consciousness. To his shock, he realized the woman in his arms wasn't Germaine at all. Panicked, he stumbled out of the seat.

"What the hell are you doing here?"