Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1956

"Great," Kingsley said dismissively. "Since you still have the strength to do that, you must be holding up pretty well."

Unfazed, he grabbed an inhalation mask and placed it over her nose and mouth. He smiled and continued, "This is aerosol anesthetic. It'll put you under in three seconds. Once you pass out, I can do whatever I want."

He cackled, and before Abigail could react, the anesthesia took effect. She struggled to open her eyes to no avail, but she lost consciousness in the next second.

By the time Helen arrived, Kingsley was just stepping out of the operation room.

"Kingsley, how is Abigail?" She had rushed over as soon as she received Chandler's call.

"I've already stitched up her wound. It'll be quite painful, so I deliberately gave her a heavier dose of anesthesia so she can sleep longer," Kingsley said, his expression impassive.

Every time he performed surgery, he seemed like a different person—serious and focused.

"That's great. Thank you so much," Helen said, breathing a sigh of relief but couldn't help but wonder how Abigail offended the Holland family.

"Given that fiery temper of hers, it's not surprising that she pissed off someone," Kingsley said, unaware of the infatuated grin he wore.

"That makes sense," Helen concurred with a nod. Changing the topic, she continued, "You and Abigail always fight whenever you meet, but you still put aside past grudges to perform surgery on her. To be honest, I'm quite surprised."

Bringing his fist near his lips, Kingsley pretended to clear his throat and said, "How do I put it? I'm a doctor, after all. Saving lives is my duty."

"Now I understand why Chandler insisted on bringing you on board," Helen said, her voice dripping with gratitude. "Thank you on Abigail's behalf."

"No need to thank me—just pay up. Money is more practical," Kingsley said, immediately switching to a more pragmatic tone.

"Sure. I'll tell Chandler to give you a raise," Helen quickly said.

"Thanks." Kingsley waved at her as he left. "You take care of her. I'll be out for business."

People from Destiny Corporation were all professionally trained. Estimating the value of money was a cakewalk for them.

Hearing this, Chandler fell silent. He glanced at the gambling chops on the table, his fingers drumming against the armrest.

"This is the largest casino the Holland family owns. Do you think it makes sense that they only have this much cash?"

James was momentarily stunned, but he soon caught on. Pressing the gun to the manager's head, he barked, "Tell me, where's the rest of the money hidden?"

The manager, Micah Ardolf, trembled, not daring to speak. He wasn't stupid—if he handed over the money, the Holland family wouldn't let him off the hook.

Chandler's eyes glinted, and his expression turned grim.

Immediately understanding his implication, James hung the gun around his neck and grabbed Micah's hand, breaking his fingers one by one.