Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1877

Now that Lincoln had completed his task, it was Helen's turn to collect the reward.

With that in mind, she returned to her computer desk. Utilizing cloud data, she successfully sent a message to the man's phone, which was connected to his account.

"As per our agreement, you owe me a favor. Tell me where Aiden's criminal evidence is hidden."

Since Lincoln had taken down the man's computer, he was left relying solely on his phone. Seeing his opponent online again, the man snapped to attention and quickly replied, "I'll send you the evidence right away."

Helen couldn't help but chuckle, feeling exasperated. "Is this really how you uphold professional ethics?"

"Cut the small talk. Do you want it or not?" he shot back.

"Yes!" Helen replied eagerly, not about to pass up this opportunity.

Encountering such a shameless hacker was a fitting sign of Aiden's well-deserved downfall.

"However, I have one condition," he said. "I want to meet you in person. If not, I won't just withhold the evidence—I'll destroy it all."

He was intrigued to find out who this person was—someone with skills so advanced that even a hacker of his caliber couldn't compete.

Helen thought for a moment before agreeing, "Alright, I'll meet you. Look forward to my message."

Without waiting for a reply, she quickly logged off.

Helen had mostly stepped away from the spotlight, leaving tasks such as public appearances to Lincoln.

Her life was perfectly balanced—Chandler handled the major issues, while Lincoln took care of the smaller ones. It was a seamless arrangement.

On the other side, the man sat with his phone in hand, waiting for a while. Once he saw his opponent had logged off, he leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest.

Since this person had entered the scene, he'd felt like a puppet being controlled. It was a disconcerting feeling, one he couldn't shake.

Even though they hadn't met face-to-face, the mere presence of this individual made him uneasy.

"The daughters of rich families sure know how to have fun. Anyone who wants a woman like that, go ahead. But as for me, I'll pass."

"Her brother's missing, and yet she's out partying at a bar? What the hell is wrong with her?"

Only a small group of people with a sense of justice saw the pain and humiliation in Lucy's eyes. They tried to speak out on her behalf, but their efforts were soon drowned out by the overwhelming flood of criticism.

As time went on, anyone who dared to defend Lucy was mercilessly attacked, with their entire families dragged into the insults.

Amidst the chaos, Alice made the decision to publicly support Lucy on a popular social platform.

"Open your eyes and see who the real victim is! Stop pretending to be a moral crusader. What a woman wears is never an excuse for harassment. Got it?"

The post was accompanied by a picture of Alice flipping the bird.

The ugliness of human nature often surpassed imagination. Most people didn't care about the truth—they only cared about how sensational the story was.