Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1918

"You'd better take it easy then. Aren't you afraid I'll start avoiding you like Abigail avoids Taylor?" Helen muttered to herself.

"I'm not afraid," Chandler continued up the stairs, his steps steady. "You're not like Abigail. You're happy!"

She clicked her tongue and playfully punched his chest.

In a marriage, quality mattered more than quantity. His exceptional control over everything was why he could attract her, while Taylor was just a friend to her.

The next day, Taylor was busy taking over the company, and since Abigail was bored and had nothing to do, she decided to head over to the Newton residence.

Helen brought the clothes she bought back yesterday, so Abigail just went there to hang out.

Not long after, renovation workers started bringing glass in and out of the house.

"What's going on here?" Abigail asked.

"It's that same man again. The windows in this house are antiques. The manufacturer had to custom-make the glass, and I've been rushing them to install it. Otherwise, the draft coming through would be bad for our health," Helen explained.

"Just mentioning that scoundrel makes me furious!" Abigail's expression shifted instantly as she glared at Chandler in frustration. "It's all your fault! You let him get away, and now look what happened. That guy knows he'll be caught if he shows up, so he'll probably stay hidden for the rest of his life!"

Helen looked confused. "Why are you so angry?"

She didn't know the story that had unfolded between them in the basement.

"Draw him out," he said firmly.

…

The next day, a house sale announcement hit the news in Morg, making headlines due to its astronomical asking price.

"Recently, a Cathayan billionaire decided to sell one of his properties, a historic home, at a low price for personal reasons. The house is well-preserved and has significant potential for appreciation. There are already dozens of interested buyers. If anyone is interested, they should act quickly…"

Meanwhile, in a residential building in the Miravell business center, a man, upon reading the news, paced around his room in agitation.

"Why? Why? Why? Another sale? These capitalists really don't know how to appreciate things!"