Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1846

Chandler entered the living room of their home in Miravell, casually swinging his phone as he brought Helen up to speed on the situation.

"I've managed to get in touch with Mr. Hunt Senior. Although nothing is confirmed yet, it's clear that he's interested in partnering with Destiny Corporation."

"If I remember correctly, Aiden still hasn't given us a definite answer, has he?" Helen asked.

"That's to be expected," Chandler said with a confident grin. "When the eagle steps down, the crow takes its place. Mr. Hunt Senior is semi-retired now, and his son Hugo is calling the shots at the company.

"That spoiled brat doesn't know the first thing about running a business—he's too busy eating, drinking, and partying. Aiden has him completely under control."

"But Aiden is Mr. Hunt Senior's nephew. Are you sure he would want to ruin the family business?"

"History is full of royal families and nobles who've tried to seize power and usurp the throne."

Helen nodded, agreeing with Chandler's insight. "It makes perfect sense why he's so fixated on Abigail. With his control over BJ Group, all he needs is an alliance with the Fitzgerald family, and he could effectively dismantle the Hunt family."

Helen's eyes brightened as a realization dawned on her. "Actually, this could work to our advantage. At least there's no evidence linking Aiden to Georgia."

"Still, we need to secure the technology from BJ Group," Chandler said, emphasizing the importance of the Hunt family's pharmaceutical R&D team. "It looks like our best bet is to help the Hunts expose their internal saboteurs."

"But Aiden is a relative of the Hunt family," Helen reminded him. "Their trust in him runs far deeper than anything outsiders like us could ever hope for. We won't get anywhere by going through them. So, what's our next move?"

Helen's question was pivotal. She and Chandler exchanged a quick glance, both struggling to find a response.

At that moment, Taylor swaggered into the room, holding a helmet.

Helen and Chandler turned to look at him. They exchanged a brief glance, accompanied by a knowing smile and a silent nod.

Taylor blinked in confusion. "What are you two looking at me like that for?"

"It's nothing," Helen replied cryptically before shifting the topic. "What are you doing here?"

"And how do you propose we handle him?" Chandler interjected nonchalantly. "Aiden is Abigail's childhood sweetheart. Talking bad about him isn't exactly the best approach. If Abigail doesn't believe us and ends up resenting us, we'll only make things worse."

"How can you think that way?" Taylor rushed toward Helen, his voice filled with urgency. "Boss, you don't actually feel that way, do you?"

Helen turned away, deliberately steering clear of the conversation.

"Don't forget, Abigail is your best friend. If you don't intervene, no one else will. This is about her future happiness. Even if it means upsetting her, sometimes a real friend has to speak the hard truths," Taylor pleaded earnestly.

Helen remained silent, letting out another heavy sigh, her expression weighed down with resignation.

Taylor's face tightened in disbelief. "Are you really not going to do anything about it?"

Helen shrugged indifferently. "I'm afraid so."