Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1912

At 9:00 pm, Stanson arrived with a group of over ten men.

"Mr. Newton, someone saw my two underlings being brought to your house. I expect you to bring them out now," he demanded.

However, his true intention wasn't to rescue his subordinates. His family had countless pawns like them, and their fate was inconsequential to him.

What mattered was that he was asserting his dominance. In Miravell, he was king. He could do as he pleased, with no fear of retribution. Anyone who stood in his way would suffer.

Stanson lounged in the armchair, his right leg casually draped over his left, exuding an air of sheer arrogance.

Wearing a subtle smile, Chandler played along. "I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Holland. Aside from you and your men, no one else has visited today."

"Stop playing dumb!" Stanson snapped, his frustration now evident. "The men who disappeared were tracking your wife! Where else could they have gone if not here?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Stanson froze, realizing his slip-up. Chandler hadn't mentioned the stalking, but in his frustration, he had just inadvertently exposed it.

He quickly regained his composure, adopting a righteous air. "The world is in turmoil, and I feared someone might have malicious intentions toward your wife. That's why I sent my men to watch over her.

"But to my surprise, they disappeared without a trace. You owe me an explanation, and I expect one today."

James stood nearby, his chest tightening with anger. His fist clenched at his side, the sharp crack of his bones echoing through the room.

He couldn't believe Stanson had the audacity to stalk Helen and still act as if he were in the right.

Just then, footsteps echoed from upstairs. Helen appeared, descending the stairs with Lincoln and Sienna close behind her. She was determined to find out who had the nerve to target her.

Without a moment's delay, she and her two children quickly made their way to Chandler. Chandler lifted Sienna onto his lap, while Helen and Lincoln settled on either side of him.

With the poise of a well-mannered child, Lincoln was impossible to ignore.

"Good boy," Stanson remarked, ruffling Lincoln's hair. Without a second thought, he took the glass from his hands and drank half of it in one gulp.

As Stanson's Adam's apple bobbed with each gulp, Lincoln's smile vanished instantly. He raised his hand and brushed off the spot Stanson had touched, his expression turning cold and impassive. Settling back into his seat, he shot a sharp glare in Stanson's direction.

Helen, Chandler, and Sienna watched the entire scene unfold, struggling to hold back their laughter.

Typically aloof, Lincoln had never offered such a warm smile to a stranger. Though they weren't sure exactly what kind of medicine Lincoln had slipped into Stanson's drink, the outcome was bound to be worth it.

Noticing the sudden shift in Lincoln's demeanor, Stanson recoiled slightly, a puzzled expression crossing his face.

What was with this kid? His mood changed faster than pages turning in a book.