Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1942

There were various sounds from the onlookers—the sound of shutters clicking, recording notifications, and whistling. It was as if they would only be satisfied after stripping another layer off Bryan's bare body.

Bryan instantly got up and was about to run away, but he suddenly stopped, stood up straight, and assumed a confident posture.

Only insecure men were afraid of being seen. Even if his physique was not the most perfect, it was at least presentable. It wasn't lacking at all.

Taking advantage of his height, he brazenly sized up the women around him. His affectionate eyes kept exuding charm, and he actually managed to make a few young married women blush.

Only then did he saunter off with great satisfaction, leaving the onlookers stunned.

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Three days later, Chandler and Helen were about to get in the car and leave after meeting the client. Colin stepped out of the Mercedes-Benz parked at the roadside at this time, and both parties ran into each other.

"Ms. Terzian." Colin greeted her affectionately as if he could only see her. Chandler and Helen were momentarily stunned.

Wouldn't someone who tried to steal another man's wife avoid running into the man at all costs? Yet, he came directly to them. His action was truly baffling.

Helen felt a little embarrassed but still showed a panicked expression, avoiding eye contact as she greeted. "Hello, Mr. Craig."

Then, she held onto Chandler and pressed half her body against him, not daring to look at Colin. Her furtive glance and subtle movements made her look like a wife trying to hide her affair.

Chandler was amused by the sight of it and couldn't help but smile. He had to admit that her acting was truly convincing.

Helen hurriedly pinched his arm discreetly, signaling him not to give the game away. Only then did Chandler compose himself.

"Mr. Craig, you seem to have poor eyesight." Chandler withdrew his arm and wrapped it around Helen to assert his claim.

While Colin was ordering several signature dishes, Chandler and Helen didn't pay attention to a single word he said.

When the waiter took the menu away, Chandler's phone rang, so he went outside to answer the call.

Just as he stepped out, Colin deliberately reached across the table to touch the back of Helen's hand. "Kaylee."

Of course, Helen wouldn't let him have his way. She pretended to be startled and dodged, nervously asking in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Since when had Colin become so handsy? Humans were evolving, but he was regressing?

"Don't be nervous." Colin gently reassured her. "I won't cause you any trouble."