Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1961

Stanson angrily swept the wine glass off the table, rubbing his face and bald forehead in frustration. "Can someone please tell me exactly who this Chandler is after?" he shouted.

"Mr. Holland! Stop!" his subordinate said. "Your face will get worse!"

"Get lost!"

The subordinate meant well but only got a scornful look in return.

"Mr. Holland!" Another of his subordinates rushed in, panting. "We found out that those two people from the underground race are with Chandler!"

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely! I suspected they were all Cathayan and probably knew each other. Turns out I was right!"

"Well done!" Stanson gave his subordinate an approving pat on the back before turning to the table, his hands pressing down on it as his expression darkened.

"First, they cost me the rights to host the underground race. Then, they trashed my turf and stole 700 million. Chandler, I'm keeping track of everything."

…

Taylor and Abigail were both badly injured. Not wanting to worry their families, they had Helen rent a place near the house for recovery.

Helen arranged for two rooms to be prepared, but one went unused as time passed.

Abigail had broken bones, so Helen prepared nourishing soups every day to help her heal.

"Here, today's soup is peanut and beef bone. Drink up." Helen handed her the bowl, then poked at Abigail's bandaged wound.

"This is strange. You've been eating so well every day, but the wound still hasn't healed. I can still see some bleeding. Is it infected? No, I'll have Kingsley check it again tonight."

"Nope," Helen instantly shattered his plan. "To be safe, it's better if you two live separately."

Before they could protest, she turned toward the door and called out, "James! Rent the villa next door and move Abigail over there!"

"Got it, Mrs. Newton! I'll take care of it right away." The proactive James whipped out his phone and started dialing the real estate agent.

Taylor looked like he was about to cry. "Helly, you don't have to go that far!"

"Cut it out." Helen gave him a sharp look. "You clearly don't know what it means to take care of a delicate woman. Do you really have the heart to let Abigail's wound keep reopening? A man needs to learn some self-control… you know what I mean."

"Fine, for Abigail's sake, I'll hold back for now."

In the end, he had no choice but to accept her decision.