Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1913

Turning his head, Stanson mocked Chandler, "I heard those two children aren't even yours. The child your previous woman had by her side was her ex-husband's. At your age, you still don't have a biological child of your own. Could it be… you're incapable?"

"Are you implying you want to test my capabilities personally?" Chandler raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise before giving a regretful smile. "Unfortunately, I don't have such interests. But among your many subordinates, surely one can satisfy you."

"You little—" Stanson gripped the couch's armrest, nearly losing his temper, but quickly reined himself in. He sneered. "If you can't satisfy me, your woman can. Why don't you lend her to me for a few days?"

Chandler's face darkened. His lips curled slightly as he coldly called, "James."

"Yes, Mr. Newton!"

Eager for action, James immediately shrugged off his jacket, revealing his muscular build, and charged toward Stanson's dozen or so men.

In an instant, chaos erupted. James single-handedly took on all of them, knocking out each man with a single punch. Stanson's group didn't stand a chance.

Helen watched in amazement. His combat prowess was nearly on par with Abigail's.

Amid the commotion, she instinctively glanced at Reggie beside her. He remained unmoved, like a statue, completely detached, as if confident James could handle it all alone. Perhaps this was the unspoken understanding built over years of knowing each other.

Sure enough, James had taken down the group within five minutes, leaving them incapacitated. He then returned and locked Stanson in a chokehold.

Even then, Stanson brazenly taunted Chandler. "You wouldn't dare kill me. If I die, the Hollands will make sure your entire family pays."

Chandler walked over and replaced James, gripping Stanson's jaw with one hand.

Stanson felt like his bones were about to crack and grimaced in pain.

Once home, he called over a few subordinates, stripped down, and scratched incessantly in bed.

For three days and nights, the itch tormented him. By the end, his face was a mess of scratches, forcing him to wear sunglasses for weeks whenever he went out as he was terrified of being recognized.

Time flew by, and a week passed in the blink of an eye.

One morning, Helen and her family were having breakfast when Lincoln suddenly stood up, making a serious announcement. "Daddy, Mommy, we should invest in Hugo's company."

"When did you become interested in your dad's business?" Helen sensed something unusual. "So, why should we do that?"

"First, the Hunt family's R&D team is highly capable. Dozens of new drugs are already in clinical trials. Once released, their stock price will soar. The growth potential is huge."