Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1938

Many people would envy Kingsley for having Chandler's son as his apprentice. When he thought about it, it wasn't too much of a loss.

Most importantly, it would sound good when he brought it up. He didn't get this apprentice through deceitful or degrading methods. Instead, he won this apprentice over with his real strength.

It wasn't a deal. There was no such an unfair deal. Instead of three wishes, he had 30 to fulfill. Wasn't that even more impressive than a god?

Believing in him was better than believing in gods. Obviously, he was the legendary type with both good looks and real talents. That's right, this was the case.

After convincing himself, Kingsley took a look at Lincoln, who was focused on conducting his experiment, before walking out with satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Bryan and Germaine were having a candlelight dinner in a fine dining restaurant. Throughout the dinner, Bryan remained patient and gentlemanly.

This left Germaine somewhat confused. Bryan was smart; it was impossible for him not to know that she accepted his advances just to annoy Jenson.

Not only was he not annoyed, but he also took pleasure in it. She couldn't help being skeptical about it.

"So how much did Freya pay you to relentlessly come to me?" Germaine asked directly.

"There's more than just interests between us," Bryan replied with a faint smile before turning his head to call a waiter over. "You may serve the wine now."

It seemed like getting a direct answer from him was impossible. "I'm going to the restroom." Germaine deliberately left him alone.

Before leaving her seat, she turned on the recording function on her phone and placed it on the chair, covering it with a napkin. Then, she left at ease.

She knew Bryan too well—he spoke differently to different people. If she wanted to hear his true thoughts, she had to use some tricks.

That was how Bryan was—his speech may come across as grandiose, but it didn't carry much weight upon close analysis.

Germaine smiled without responding as she stared at her phone screen with interest. The transcribed text from the recording was truly fascinating.

"Is this your first time doing this?"

"Yes, sir."

"You idiot, that's way too much. No wine can cover it up."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wixx. I'll pour it again."