Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1910

As Helen and Chandler stepped into the Newton residence, they were greeted by the sight of the two men who had been tailing Helen. They were tightly bound, struggling on the floor.

"Good day, Mr. and Mrs. Newton," two deep voices rang out from the living room.

Helen turned and quickly recognized Reggie, Chandler's bodyguard, who had never been particularly fond of her. Her eyes then shifted to the muscular man standing next to him, easily half a head taller than Chandler.

"Are you James Ashford?" Helen asked, trying to place him.

Chandler had once told her that Destiny Corporation's elite bodyguard team was made up of four top agents—Graham, Laura, Reggie, and James.

While Graham and Laura focused on business affairs, Reggie quietly ensured Chandler's safety. As the group's most formidable fighter, James had been sent to Apreeka to help expand the business.

With his towering height and muscular build, he was impossible to overlook.

"Wow, you recognized me right away. It's no wonder you're Mr. Newton's wife," James said with a warm smile. He was far more easygoing compared to the stern Reggie standing beside him.

"From now on, these two will be in charge of your personal security," Chandler said.

Helen nodded. "I'll be relying on both of you then."

"Mrs. Newton, protecting you is our duty. It's no trouble at all," James said sincerely, thumping his chest. "If anything comes up, don't hesitate to let us know."

Being a bodyguard was nothing compared to the challenges he'd faced in Apreeka—this felt like a breeze. James had already decided he'd stick with this job until retirement.

"Don't worry, I won't hold back," Helen said with a smile, feeling touched by his eagerness.

"Have you gotten anything out of them yet?" Chandler asked casually.

"Not yet," James replied, walking over. "We were waiting for you to handle the interrogation."

He leaned down and ripped the tape off their mouths.

James shuddered at the mention. He couldn't let Chandler send him back to that godforsaken place.

With that, he quickly seized the bald man, flipping him over effortlessly. He found the man's thumb and twisted it to a 90-degree angle, a sharp crack echoing through the room.

"Oh, shit—"

The bald man writhed on the ground, his face twisted in agony. Despite his suffering, James held firm, reaching for his other thumb and gripping it tightly.

"You've got five seconds. If I don't get the answer I want, you can say goodbye to both your thumbs.

"Five, four, three, two…"

As the countdown reached its final second, James tightened his grip, and the bald man's defiance began to falter.