Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1923

Kingsley took the cup and was about to drink, but before it reached his mouth, he detected a peculiar taste in the water.

He paused momentarily, then calmly drank it and handed the cup back, smiling as he said, "Thank you, young lady."

"You're welcome." Sienna took the cup and, not wanting Chandler and Helen to get it, turned and placed it on a coffee table further from them.

Seizing the opportunity, he took out a silver needle and lightly pricked it on her neck before swiftly retracting it. He then crossed his legs and began scrolling through his phone.

She watched him closely, waiting for a reaction.

However, after several minutes, he remained completely calm.

Unable to wait longer, Sienna asked, "Sir, don't you feel anything?"

The moment she finished speaking, she felt an itch on her neck. She reached up to scratch it, but it only got worse, spreading down her back where she couldn't reach. The itch was unbearable and frustrating.

At this moment, Kingsley leaned in, speaking with a mischievous tone, "I've been researching the substance in the water since I was 15. I even developed a vaccine, so I'm immune to it. If you tell me who made it, I'll help you reverse the effects."

The familiar smell he detected earlier was a pleasant surprise. The drug didn't just perfectly replicate his past work. It was even better. Clearly, the person who made it had extraordinary talent in this field.

He would have a successor if he could find out who it was.

Sienna refused to betray Lincoln. She struggled for a while, unable to reach the itch, and finally, seeing Chandler approach, she pouted and ran to him for help, clinging to his pants, tears welling up. "Daddy, my back itches. I'm uncomfortable. It's so itchy."

She started crying as she spoke.

He quickly picked her up, gently scratching her back with his thumb while sternly questioning Kingsley, his air cold and commanding, "What's going on?"

Sienna bit her lip, feeling guilty as she lowered her head, but the discomfort made her fidget restlessly in Chandler's arms.

Chandler's expression changed repeatedly, darkening with fury. He quickly strode over and extended his hand toward Kingsley. "The antidote. Now."

Kingsley hesitated, unwilling to yield. "Mr. Newton, shouldn't we settle things reasonably?"

Chandler's eyes glinted coldly, murderous intent rising.

Kingsley had his temper and wasn't going to back down easily. He had come here as a guest, not to be treated like a punching bag.

Helen noticed the tension in the kitchen and quickly wiped her hands before rushing over. She forcibly took Sienna from Chandler's arms.

"Nana, tell me what happened," she said, her voice firm yet gentle.