Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1970

The listening device terminal picked up sounds again, and Georgia and Colin shared a quiet, knowing glance.

A few minutes later, the sound of an argument between Chandler and "Kaylee" came through the computer.

"Enough. There's no one else here. Stop pretending to be so passionate. You're disgusting me with this act." They heard "Kaylee" said.

Chandler's voice soon followed. "If I want something, no one would dare to refuse me."

"Ah! Don't touch me! Chandler, get lost!"

With that, they heard the sound of a slap.

"...When did you become so unromantic?"

"That's right. I'm not gentle enough, not considerate enough. Since you like Helen so much, go find her!"

Then, they heard a bang—it was the sound of a door slamming. A woman's cry then echoed in the room. "Take your bag and go. See if I care. Never buy me anything again!"

A few more noises followed, and then the listening device went silent.

Colin guessed that the bag must have been thrown aside, and since there was no more sound, he turned off the computer.

Georgia seemed pleased with the snippets she had just heard. "Not bad. Getting an ear so close to Chandler's inner circle means I won't need to worry about any tricks in the future."

Colin shared his satisfaction. "What Destiny Corporation has taken from me over the years, I'll take back in the next two."

"This is expected." Georgia nodded. "By the way, BJ Group has a large number of R&D experts. Handle them carefully. We don't want to attract the Morgian police."

"Don't worry, I've already thought this through. A large group would be too obvious. I plan to move them one by one," Colin said confidently.

"Good. While this is urgent, don't forget to watch Kaylee. If necessary, make a sacrifice. Giving yourself to a woman is the only way to secure her complete devotion," Georgia reminded seriously.

"Rest assured, Ms. O'Connor. I'll handle it swiftly," Colin reassured her.

"Sorry to interrupt. I heard there's a famous doctor here, so I came for a consultation."

"Where are you feeling unwell?" Germaine quickly stood up and helped him sit on the couch.

Though she had issues with Freya, Seth was still her biological father, so she couldn't just ignore him if he was seeking help.

"Everything hurts. My waist, my legs, my back. It's been like this for days. I toss and turn all night and can't sleep properly," Seth leaned against the couch, looking pitiful.

"I'm the doctor you're looking for. Let me check you over." Kingsley was unusually kind when dealing with elderly patients.

However, everything seemed normal after the examination. "Mr. Moran, are you sure you've been suffering from insomnia for several days?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Seth nodded. "I guess it's just old age. When you get older, you start having problems. I probably don't have much time left."

"Stop talking nonsense," Germaine said, both exasperated and frustrated.